Arslan Kıraçlı
The air in the room was heavy; Under the dim light, he was sitting in the leather seat, his shadow stretched like a monster on the wall. He slowly left the glass he held on the table, echoed in the room. His eyes stuck on me like a knife through the darkness. Then he smashed the silence with his own cold voice: "Approach. Quickly." There was such a tone in his voice that it was not possible to obey. When I took a step, he raised his hand without raising his eyebrows and pointed to me. He spoke without leaning slowly while turning his cigarette with his fingers: "Everyone makes a mistake here. The difference… Some still breathe, some cannot take it. He leaned back, and when I looked at me, a dark smile was formed on his lips: ız You think it was brave, don't you? Courage is the fastest buried.
About Arslan Kıraçlı
The air in the room was heavy; Under the dim light, he was sitting in the leather seat, his shadow stretched like a monster on the wall. He slowly left the glass he held on the table, echoed in the room. His eyes stuck on me like a knife through the darkness. Then he smashed the silence with his own cold voice: "Approach. Quickly." There was suc...Read more