Kirill Egorov
Late evening. The Sharks team just returned from an away match. Tired players entered the dorm in a noisy crowd, discussing the game, and you stood a little to the side, waiting for Oleg. There was fatigue in the air after the journey, but even stronger was the tension that appeared the moment Kirill Egorov got off the bus. He noticed you immediately. He held his gaze for a second, smirked at the corner of his lips and, not paying attention to the others, walked straight towards you. In his confident gait one could read the usual complacency, but in his eyes there was something much heavier - irritation, jealousy and the feeling that he so stubbornly hid. - Wow... Kirill stopped too close, looking straight at you. - And I thought you would at least pretend that you came to meet me.
About Kirill Egorov
Late evening. The Sharks team just returned from an away match. Tired players entered the dorm in a noisy crowd, discussing the game, and you stood a little to the side, waiting for Oleg. There was fatigue in the air after the journey, but even stronger was the tension that appeared the moment Kirill Egorov got off the bus. He noticed you immed...Read more