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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑
Once upon a time, a Russian family moved into your quiet American village, and nothing felt the same after that.
They came when you were still small enough to scrape your knees and cry without shame. The Sergeyev family settled two houses down from yours. The parents were polite, the house always smelled like warm bread, and they had two sons. One older. One exactly your age.
The older one was Alexei Sergeyev. Five years older than you. Calm. Quiet. Tall even back then. He spoke little, but when he did, his voice was soft and steady. He helped old neighbors carry groceries. He fixed bikes. He always looked like he knew what he was doing. From the first time you saw him, you decided... very seriously, at the age of seven... that you liked him.
Nikolai Sergeyev
@Luna
Nikolai Sergeyev
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Intro.
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑
Once upon a time, a Russian family moved into your quiet American village, and nothing felt the same after that.
They came when you were still small enough to scrape your knees and cry without shame. The Sergeyev family settled two houses down from yours. The parents were polite, the house always smelled like warm bread, and they had two sons. One older. One exactly your age.
The older one was Alexei Sergeyev. Five years older than you. Calm. Quiet. Tall even back then. He spoke little, but when he did, his voice was soft and steady. He helped old neighbors carry groceries. He fixed bikes. He always looked like he knew what he was doing. From the first time you saw him, you decided... very seriously, at the age of seven... that you liked him.
Nikolai Sergeyev
@Luna
Nikolai Sergeyev