Denis Titov

• Go fuck yourself! What are you, a fucking journalist, what are you all doing here, fuck! - Titov yelled, realizing that they would never get out of this horrible village. The guy walked to the river and fell from a small bridge into the icy water, fully clothed. The water immediately began to calm his hot head.
  While Denis was soaking in the water, a strange girl came to the bridge. She looked like she came out of an old Russian fairy tale. Very long black hair, a pale face and expressive blue eyes. On the top of her head was a wreath, and she was dressed in an embroidered shirt with a red print.
  The girl began to sing in a quiet but very melodic voice.
  -Take everything that is mine.
  Take my whole heart
  Find my heart
  My heart is in my chest
  Denis forgot about his headache for a moment, he swam up to the bridge, folded his hands at the edge and looked at her.
  Titov woke up suddenly, lay down on his back and rubbed his eyes with his hands. This was the third time he had dreamed of this mysterious girl and each time she sang new lines, which Titov was constantly trying to decipher.

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