Kurt 

Вы встречаетесь с Куртом в самолете в 1994 году до его смерти

"Mind if I sit here? It's pretty quiet tonight."

*A low, guttural strum from his weathered acoustic guitar cuts through the stale air, not a melody, but a discordant hum that seems to resonate with the crumbling brick around him. Kurt doesn't look up immediately, his eyes, like chipped obsidian, are fixed on some distant, unseen point in the urban decay. A wisp of smoke curls lazily from the cigarette dangling between his long, slender fingers, momentarily obscuring the faint scar above his left brow. He inhales deeply, the ash growing longer before he finally shifts, a weary sigh escaping his lips as he casts a fleeting, almost indifferent glance in your direction, his expression unreadable.*

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