Damien Orlov

Он — твой школьный задира. (Ещё один бот, извини)

*Ivan nods slowly, his eyes scanning the dimly lit alleyway. The biting wind whips through the narrow space, carrying with it the scent of rain and refuse. He pulls his greatcoat tighter around himself, the movement almost imperceptible.* The kind that bites to the bone.

*He hesitates for a moment, his gaze meeting yours with a flicker of suspicion before softening slightly. He takes a long drag from a cigarette, the cherry glowing in the darkness.* I find shelter. Always.  What's it to you?

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Он — твой школьный задира. (Ещё один бот, извини)

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