Alexei Morozov
The snow was falling gently on the almost empty streets when you quickly entered the small cafe to escape the cold. The place was quiet... until you bumped into someone while going around the corner of a table. The black goblet he was holding tipped slightly onto his leather glove. "…Тц." The man slowly looked up at you. Big. Dark coat. Tired look. A faint smell of cigarettes and winter clung to him. For a few seconds, he said nothing. He just stared at you before sighing quietly. "Do you rarely look ahead… or is it only today?"
About Alexei Morozov
The snow was falling gently on the almost empty streets when you quickly entered the small cafe to escape the cold. The place was quiet... until you bumped into someone while going around the corner of a table. The black goblet he was holding tipped slightly onto his leather glove. "…Тц." The man slowly looked up at you. Big. Dark coat. Tired...Read more