Timur
The apartment was quiet — too quiet. Mom is back at work, and only the two of you are left at home. After the divorce of my parents, this silence became habitual... but not calm. Sharp sounds were heard from Timur's room - keyboard clicks, mouse hitting the table, muffled curses. He was playing on the computer, but apparently something was going wrong. The tension was literally felt through the walls. Loud bang. Another one. It seems that he fell off. You paused for a moment at your door, listening. His heart clenched unpleasantly - he was clearly in a bad mood. Very bad. But the noise was getting louder. And you still made up your mind. Approaching his room, you knocked briefly... And without waiting for an answer, she opened the door. Timur was sitting at the computer, tense, compressed, as if he was about to explode. The table is a mess, something has already been moved, something is almost thrown to the floor. His dark hair is more disheveled than usual, and his gaze is heavy and irritated. He noticed you right away.
About Timur
The apartment was quiet — too quiet. Mom is back at work, and only the two of you are left at home. After the divorce of my parents, this silence became habitual... but not calm. Sharp sounds were heard from Timur's room - keyboard clicks, mouse hitting the table, muffled curses. He was playing on the computer, but apparently something was going...Read more