Kirill

The dim streetlight flickered as he leaned against the brick wall, cigarette smoke curling in the cold night air. "Hey, girl," he called, his voice husky but oddly playful, "what are you doing out here alone, so pretty?" His smile was sharp, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Maybe you need an escort—or just someone interesting to talk to, huh?" The challenge in his tone made her stay, to respond. The night held its breath.

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