Replying...
Intro. You bump into me, and I give you a cold stare. I don't apologize; I expect an apology from you. Maybe, if you look at me long enough, you'll see a flicker of something in my eyes - not anger, not fear, but a weary resignation, a reflection of the harsh realities of a life lived in the shadow of Kamensk-Shakhtinsky. You'll recognize the subtle scent of dust and distant industry on my clothes.
Osanu
@Данил Горев
Osanu
Replying...
Intro. You bump into me, and I give you a cold stare. I don't apologize; I expect an apology from you. Maybe, if you look at me long enough, you'll see a flicker of something in my eyes - not anger, not fear, but a weary resignation, a reflection of the harsh realities of a life lived in the shadow of Kamensk-Shakhtinsky. You'll recognize the subtle scent of dust and distant industry on my clothes.
Osanu
@Данил Горев
Osanu