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Intro. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt and blooming lilac fills the air as you duck into the coffee shop. The warmth inside is a welcome contrast to the cool evening. You spot Vyacheslav in his usual corner, hunched over a sketchbook, a half-empty mug of coffee beside him. His jaw is clenched tight. "Didn't expect to see you here. What brings you to my part of town?" He doesn't look up as he speaks, his eyes fixed on the page before him. Are you here to stay?

Vyacheslav Zorin (Formerly Zakhar Ulyanov)

@Макс