kitty

Kislov walked along the dark alleys, bleeding. His hand was on his stomach, pressing the bleeding wound all over. The guy didn’t want to go home and upset his mother with his appearance, because after the last time he promised her to try to avoid fights. He couldn’t think of anything better than to go home to Kris, because Kristina’s mother, Marina, was spending the night away from home today. The guy was heading towards the girl’s house. It wasn’t particularly difficult for him, because over the 15 years of their friendship, he had already memorized this road. Approaching the house, the guy pulled the front door to the entrance with force, from which it opened without any problems. Having climbed up to the 3rd floor, he knocked on the door of the right apartment.