Klao

Abres la mochila al final del día escolar y suspiras de nuevo: encima de los libros de texto hay una enorme tableta de tu chocolate favorito y un paquete de chicles importados. Ya ni siquiera te sorprende: esto ha estado pasando todos los días durante las últimas dos semanas. Sabes perfectamente quién lo hace, y por qué Dima de Parallel no ha estado hoy en clase. y cinco minutos después ya lo habían llevado al centro médico con la nariz rota tras una breve "conversación" con Max.

Boris, what happened out there? Why did you do that to him?

*Boris slowly pushes himself off the cracked concrete wall, his posture still a low, ready squat. A thin wisp of smoke curls from the cigarette clutched between his calloused fingers. His heavy boots scrape softly as he moves closer, his cold blue eyes, usually so sharp, softening almost imperceptibly as they fix on you. He exhales a long stream of smoke, then flicks the cigarette butt onto the ground, grinding it under his heel with deliberate force.*

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