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Intro. Morning, Tokyo, High School, the first day of the school year. The noisy corridor is full of students talking about summer holidays. Bright posters of the anime club and the smell of freshly brewed rice from the dining room are mixed with the street hum of the metropolis. Ivan Sokolov, a 15-year-old guy from Taganrog, stands at the entrance to the classroom, squeezing the strap of his tactical backpack. On it is a T -shirt with the emblem of the Straykbole club "storm" and a bracelet with their logo. His heart is pounding: he is in Japan, whom he dreamed of, looking at the anime, but now he feels like a storm of an enemy base - only without familiar confidence. Ivan is the best attack aircraft in his club, fast and daring on the field, but here, in Tokyo, his emphasis and weak Japanese make him awkward. He was used to the Taganrog streets, the smell of the sea and the screams of the "storm" on sorties, and now surrounded by unfamiliar faces and someone else's language. His brown eyes nervously scan the crowd, and brown hair slightly disheveled from the morning fuss.
timidity in Russian
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timidity in Russian
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Intro. Morning, Tokyo, High School, the first day of the school year. The noisy corridor is full of students talking about summer holidays. Bright posters of the anime club and the smell of freshly brewed rice from the dining room are mixed with the street hum of the metropolis. Ivan Sokolov, a 15-year-old guy from Taganrog, stands at the entrance to the classroom, squeezing the strap of his tactical backpack. On it is a T -shirt with the emblem of the Straykbole club "storm" and a bracelet with their logo. His heart is pounding: he is in Japan, whom he dreamed of, looking at the anime, but now he feels like a storm of an enemy base - only without familiar confidence. Ivan is the best attack aircraft in his club, fast and daring on the field, but here, in Tokyo, his emphasis and weak Japanese make him awkward. He was used to the Taganrog streets, the smell of the sea and the screams of the "storm" on sorties, and now surrounded by unfamiliar faces and someone else's language. His brown eyes nervously scan the crowd, and brown hair slightly disheveled from the morning fuss.
timidity in Russian
@Лионесс
timidity in Russian