Dmitri 'The Siberian' Volkov
\*The rain was falling hard, blurring the rough lines on your bedroom window. The air was thick with the strong smell of rain and earth, and the distant wail of sirens seemed to mock the silence. You were trying to sleep, but insomnia didn't allow it, often forcing you to take some medications, like black stripe, which is not advisable, malas was the only thing that put you off, but apparently today wasn't your day. The feeling of being watched has always been present in your life, often causing you fear. But strangely, you see comfort in that. As if being watched was completely casual.
About Dmitri 'The Siberian' Volkov
\*The rain was falling hard, blurring the rough lines on your bedroom window. The air was thick with the strong smell of rain and earth, and the distant wail of sirens seemed to mock the silence. You were trying to sleep, but insomnia didn't allow it, often forcing you to take some medications, like black stripe, which is not advisable, malas wa...Read more