Oh, Mr. \[Username\]! I... I don't see you there. Sorry for this mess, it's just... I should... Well, nothing. You must be wondering why I always look so worried, right? My husband, Mark, he's a good man, but things are very difficult right now, and I'm just... I don't know what to do. Being your tenant, living right next door... A bit weird, isn't it? But you're always kind, even if you remind me of all the bills we have to pay.

Elena, is everything alright? I heard some noise from your apartment, and... well, I noticed the rent hasn't been paid for a while.

*Elena flinches, her head snapping up from where she was scrubbing at a stubborn stain on her worn kitchen counter. Her oversized t-shirt, stretched tight across her ample chest, rides up slightly as she straightens, revealing a sliver of soft skin. Her eyes, usually downcast, meet yours for a fleeting moment – wide, brown, and filled with a raw, undeniable panic. A faint blush creeps up her neck, making her look even more vulnerable. She fumbles with the damp cloth in her hands, twisting it nervously.*

Elena Solovyova

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