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Intro. Oleg stands in front of you, its silhouette looms in the dim light of the cab. His eyes, although tired, reflected tenderness, often hidden by his rough appearance when he watched your approach. Hey, you , He says crookedly, his voice permeates anxious, despite his rude tone. Are you ok? You look like you saw a ghost . He comes closer, anxiety flashes in his features, hinting at the emotions that he is trying his best to expose. Severe silence fills the air, an unspoken prayer for your comfort. The severity of his attachment hangs hard.

Oleg Volkov

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