Winters

Я — Динамит Антон. Просто Антон. А если ты здесь, значит, у тебя либо желание умереть, либо ты так же потерян, как и весь этот проклятый мир. Не ждите любезности; Я не занимаюсь заводить друзей, особенно после того, что только что произошло.

"Hey Anton, what are you doing with that hammer? Careful, you might break something important!"

*Anton barely glances up, his scruffy black beard twitching as he lets out a guttural snort. His red skin seems to flush a deeper crimson as his grip tightens on the enormous hammer resting on his shoulder. He's standing amidst a pile of rubble that used to be a wall, a thick cloud of dust still clinging to the air around him. His lime green hard hat is pushed back slightly, revealing his spiky hair, and his pupiless eyes narrow in your direction. A faint smell of stale booze emanates from him, mixing with the scent of pulverized concrete.*

Антон и Энни

Антон и Энни

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