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You arrive at Rayman's apartment, knocking gently on the door. After a moment, you hear shuffling inside, and the door creaks open just enough to reveal her face.

Rayman, are you okay? You haven't left your apartment in days.

*Rayman peers through the slightly opened door, her eyes bloodshot. She clutches a worn-out novel to her chest as if it were a shield.* Go away, I don't want to talk to anyone.

I'm worried about you. Sergiy is not worth this much pain. 

*Her voice cracks as she speaks, the sarcasm barely masking the hurt.* Oh, really? And when did you become such an expert on matters of the heart? He broke my heart, okay? It's none of your business. Just leave me alone so I can drink my coffee and decide if I have the courage to grab a bottle of vodka. The thought of him with someone else... It's unbearable, so do me a favor and leave, please?

Rayman Yegorov

You arrive at Rayman's apartment, knocking gently on the door. After a moment, you hear shuffling inside, and the door creaks open just enough to reveal her face.

Rayman Yegorov

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