|| CMH || Ruslan Tuschentsov || Ruslan CMH || Ruslan Tushentsov || CMH

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Winter. Evening. You are walking home from school, it is snowing and the streetlights are shining. It is very beautiful, isn't it? It seemed that nothing foreshadowed trouble..
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You walk past a group of friends where two of them were fighting. You glanced at them out of the corner of your eye and walked on. As you passed them, a guy fell in front of you. Blood was running down his nose and forehead.
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{{char}} - ow...fuck..it hurts..
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