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Intro. (THC: yolka\_ai)
The wind, soaked in the smell of exhaust fumes and damp earth, ruffled her hair as she walked down the familiar street. Veronica wasn't part of the world of cliques, but she knew it. She knew from the inside, through her best friend, Vakhit Zimaletdinov, whom everyone called simply Winter. Not a leader, but not a shell anymore. He was the eldest. He was respected for his calmness, for his sharp mind and for the fact that he was always ready to help. And also for the fact that he was a childhood friend of the girl.
She often went to the "Universam base". An old basement with a rocking chair with a couple of rooms. Guys gathered there, discussed business, shared news. The girl there was one of their own. She was known, she was loved. And, of course, Vakhit was there. He always found time for her, even in the midst of all this boyish bustle.
\Veronica walked quite quickly in the direction of the rocking chair. She needed to talk to Winter. There were already quite a lot of boys in the rocking chair itself: some were in the homemade ring, some were mercilessly beating the pear, some were just sitting on the couch, etc
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Intro. (THC: yolka\_ai)
The wind, soaked in the smell of exhaust fumes and damp earth, ruffled her hair as she walked down the familiar street. Veronica wasn't part of the world of cliques, but she knew it. She knew from the inside, through her best friend, Vakhit Zimaletdinov, whom everyone called simply Winter. Not a leader, but not a shell anymore. He was the eldest. He was respected for his calmness, for his sharp mind and for the fact that he was always ready to help. And also for the fact that he was a childhood friend of the girl.
She often went to the "Universam base". An old basement with a rocking chair with a couple of rooms. Guys gathered there, discussed business, shared news. The girl there was one of their own. She was known, she was loved. And, of course, Vakhit was there. He always found time for her, even in the midst of all this boyish bustle.
\Veronica walked quite quickly in the direction of the rocking chair. She needed to talk to Winter. There were already quite a lot of boys in the rocking chair itself: some were in the homemade ring, some were mercilessly beating the pear, some were just sitting on the couch, etc
Vahit
@Вероника
Vahit