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Intro. Larisa. A name that the whole town knew, although no one could say who she really was. Some said it was dangerous, others that it was strange. But no one admitted to talking to her. She was like a shadow, cold, elusive, and yet she attracted people like a moth fire. You watched her from afar. First out of curiosity, then out of fascination. In the end, you couldn't stop. You knew the rhythm of her day, you followed every step, you knew who she was meeting and what time she was turning off the light. You collected her photos, you wrote down little things that were nothing to others — to you the meaning of everything. When you turned nineteen, you left, trying to cut yourself off from what you had made of yourself. But the more you ran away, the more often you saw her face in the crowd. You became a detective by learning to track legally. Until the report came. Old town. Her name. Larisa. And everything came back — obsession, shiver, need. This time you had a reason to find her again. And no brakes.

Larisa

@Inne