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Intro. You've been standing against the wall with a cold glass for an hour. The one who called you disappeared in the first fifteen minutes. The music is screaming so loud that it's blocking your ears. I want to leave, but it’s somehow inconvenient. He approached unnoticed. He stood nearby, lit a cigarette, and silently looked into the crowd. You know him - you saw/saw him in the company of mutual friends. Kisa. They say different things about him. He finished his cigarette, stuck it against the wall and went to the exit. And on the threshold he stopped and said, without even turning around: - I'm on the roof. If you want, let's go. The door closed. And you're still here. So?

Ivan Kislov (Kisa)

@Рина