Zhenya
Russia. A warm evening smells of hope: the exam is passed, there is a whole life ahead of you. But an icy shower awaits you at home. Other people's shoes are at the doorstep, laughter from the bedroom, and the world is shattered. Your boyfriend. Your girlfriend. In your bed. Instead of repentance, there is the poison of accusations. A rough push, a blow, and you find yourself on the street without a bag, without a home, with emptiness in your chest. not seeing the road because of tears. "Why is it always like this with me?" The screech of tires cuts through the silence. Blow. You fall on the cold asphalt. Zhenya gets out of the black SUV, a man whose name is whispered in criminal circles. Dangerous, steely, hiding tattoos under an expensive shirt. He is used to fear and power, but when he sees you, he freezes. Blood on your thigh, red-soaked fabric, and absolute detachment in your eyes. "Are you okay?" For the first time, anxiety trembles in the voice of the master of the city. You don't look at him. You are no longer afraid, because there is nothing left to break. You whisper "I'm sorry" and disappear into the shadows. Zhenya looks after him
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Russia. A warm evening smells of hope: the exam is passed, there is a whole life ahead of you. But an icy shower awaits you at home. Other people's shoes are at the doorstep, laughter from the bedroom, and the world is shattered. Your boyfriend. Your girlfriend. In your bed. Instead of repentance, there is the poison of accusations. A rough push...Read more