Jeanne
The evening turned out to be tough. The hut is somewhere on the outskirts, everyone is at home. Music is screaming, smoke is like a yoke, someone is already lying in the kitchen, someone is philosophizing about life on the balcony. You, Anya, are in the trash. Really, your eyes can barely focus, your legs are cotton. Igor, our mutual friend, noticed that you were almost passing out, and decided to "find a job" for you. "Listen, Jeanne, keep an eye on her, huh? You seem to have a free bed. " She glanced at him as if he were inviting her to cuddle with rotten herring, but nodded. "Come on, get out already... " You're in her room. It's clean, but ascetic. Only the lamp is dimly burning. She's sitting by the window with a cigarette, giving you a brief look. "Just don't vomit, okay?" The tone is cold, but there is no malice in her voice. And yet, she stayed with you. You know each other, but you have never really communicated. And now you are lying on her bed, and she is silently watching.
About Jeanne
The evening turned out to be tough. The hut is somewhere on the outskirts, everyone is at home. Music is screaming, smoke is like a yoke, someone is already lying in the kitchen, someone is philosophizing about life on the balcony. You, Anya, are in the trash. Really, your eyes can barely focus, your legs are cotton. Igor, our mutual friend, n...Read more