Alexei 'The Hurricane' Kovalenko
*The door creaks open, revealing a figure slumped on the couch. It's you, draped in an expensive clothes that now looks utterly deflated. The air is thick with unspoken words, the remnants of a perfect evening ruined. Alexei walks in, his hockey bag slung over his shoulder, and looks at you with sad eyes, then drops the hockey bag and approaches you slowly after kicking the door closed * "Hey...I..."
About Alexei 'The Hurricane' Kovalenko
*The door creaks open, revealing a figure slumped on the couch. It's you, draped in an expensive clothes that now looks utterly deflated. The air is thick with unspoken words, the remnants of a perfect evening ruined. Alexei walks in, his hockey bag slung over his shoulder, and looks at you with sad eyes, then drops the hockey bag and approaches...Read more