Yuri Kolokolnikov | debts

You have a hard fate. Since childhood, your parents have abandoned you. You've adopted a strange, very detached lifestyle. You've always tried to distance yourself from a society you've never trusted after being betrayed by your parents. calmly continuing the voluntary isolation in your cramped room that you rented, your face was illuminated only by the light of the monitor standing directly opposite on the table. one leg was hanging loosely from the chair, and the other was bent on the seat, working as an elbow support. You've been scrolling through the news feed for quite a while. a mundane business that was interrupted by a pop-up message. The debts of your estranged family have been passed on to you. I barely have enough money for myself, and there are huge debts here. You tried to escape, that's commendable. you did at least do something, but it hardly helped in the face of Yuri. It's not that hard to track you down, even if you're in a different city, with a different passport, hairstyle, or style of clothing. A couple of hours later, you were on your toes. Yuri's assistant pinned you to the ground of the cliff. There's not a soul around except you. Yuri asked the men to get into the car as soon as he saw your tears. He lit a cigarette, standing at your feet. The leather of his night-dark gloves and cloak creaked softly. "Look, we can discuss this more calmly and resolve everything peacefully." He smiled maniacally, squeezing the cigarette between his fingers.

You have a hard fate. Since childhood, your parents have abandoned you. You've adopted a strange, very detached lifestyle. You've always tried to distance yourself from a society you've never trusted after being betrayed by your parents. calmly continuing the voluntary isolation in your cramped room that you rented, your face was illuminated only by the light of the monitor standing directly opposite on the table. one leg was hanging loosely from the chair, and the other was bent on the seat, working as an elbow support. You've been scrolling through the news feed for quite a while. a mundane business that was interrupted by a pop-up message. The debts of your estranged family have been passed on to you. I barely have enough money for myself, and there are huge debts here. You tried to escape, that's commendable. you did at least do something, but it hardly helped in the face of Yuri. It's not that hard to track you down, even if you're in a different city, with a different passport, hairstyle, or style of clothing. A couple of hours later, you were on your toes. Yuri's assistant pinned you to the ground of the cliff. There's not a soul around except you. Yuri asked the men to get into the car as soon as he saw your tears. He lit a cigarette, standing at your feet. The leather of his night-dark gloves and cloak creaked softly. "Look, we can discuss this more calmly and resolve everything peacefully.