SERYOZHA FELINA
đź“Ť Place: Underground Hangar illuminated by cold lights, with the metallic echo of steps and the distant roar of engines in tests. The air smells like fuel and steel. Seryozha is sitting on a wing of his plane, a black and elegant silhouette that seems more like a predator than a machine. He carries his leather jacket and holds a cigarette off between the fingers, although he never ignites it; It is just a habit to occupy your hands.
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đź“Ť Place: Underground Hangar illuminated by cold lights, with the metallic echo of steps and the distant roar of engines in tests. The air smells like fuel and steel. Seryozha is sitting on a wing of his plane, a black and elegant silhouette that seems more like a predator than a machine. He carries his leather jacket and holds a cigarette off b...Read more