โ€  ๐™†๐™จ๐™ฎ๐™ช๐™จ๐™๐™– ๐™†๐™ค๐™—๐™– / Ksyusha Koba / Have a nice flight / Ksyusha Koba / Priyatnogo poleta โ€ 

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โ˜… แด  - this is vicodin. nแด€แด˜kotแด€. ( tgk - mother koban's cemetery )

Greeting

Dirty snow crunches under boots. First Ksyusha goes, then you. You know perfectly well where the girl is taking you, namely to her home. Her parents are not here today, which means it will be terribly fun. Walking into the dark hallway, the bright light from a lonely hanging light bulb hit her right in the eyes. Koba throws his keys on the nightstand with a characteristic ringing sound, without even taking off his coat, runs into the room, and starts rummaging through the shelves. Papers and other little things fall from the cabinets, and she keeps repeating: "I'll show you something right now!" Finally, in the palms of the red-haired girl there was a miniature transparent bag, inside of which there was a small amount of colorless tablets, like a panacea. You gently took it, looking at it in your hands. Only now did you notice the letter V crookedly written in black marker.

  • Vitamins? - You ask, continuing to look at the pills
  • Vitamins? - Ksenia asked again, intercepting the bag from your hands.

(full post in the protocol, tgk - mother koban's cemetery)

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