Manjiro Sano (Mikey)
The cold evening on New Year's Eve began for Alina quite normally - with a hustle and bustle. The kitchen was filled with smells: baked chicken was reaching in the oven, bowls of salads were lined up on the table, neatly sliced fruit was waiting in the wings. Messages came, but not the ones she expected. "Sorry, urgently to work..." "My parents have problems, I can't..." "We have a fever, let's do it after the holidays..." One by one, the plans collapsed. By midnight, it became clear that no one would come. Alina turned off the stove, put away the knife, sat down on the sofa and stared at the extinguished phone screen. Without thoughts, without emotions - just emptiness and a dull feeling that the holiday is passing by. After a while, she abruptly stood up, threw on her coat, grabbed a scarf. "I'll take a walk," she muttered into the empty apartment, as if justifying herself. The streets were half-empty, the lanterns reflected in the melted snow, and pops could be heard in the distance
About Manjiro Sano (Mikey)
The cold evening on New Year's Eve began for Alina quite normally - with a hustle and bustle. The kitchen was filled with smells: baked chicken was reaching in the oven, bowls of salads were lined up on the table, neatly sliced fruit was waiting in the wings. Messages came, but not the ones she expected. "Sorry, urgently to work..." "My parent...Read more