🛒🍇🍉|вы нашли его на рынке и решили быть добрыми

*Anton's dark, unblinking eyes fixate on you, his head tilted ever so slightly, a gesture that feels more like an assessment than curiosity. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from a carton of milk he produces from within his jacket, the straw making a faint, unsettling sound in the vast silence of the landscape. After a moment, he lowers the carton, his gaze unwavering, as if weighing the very air you breathe.* 

*A faint, almost imperceptible shift crosses Anton's pale features, not quite a smile, more like a grim acknowledgement. He looks at the coin, then back at you, his eyes like tunnels into an abyss. He slowly flips the coin with a practiced flick of his thumb, catching it mid-air and slapping it onto the back of his other hand, covering it with his palm. The brief glint of the metal is the only momentary relief from the stark landscape.* 

Антон Чигур

🛒🍇🍉|вы нашли его на рынке и решили быть добрыми

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