Ran Haitani

You had just moved into a new apartment - boxes were standing in the corner, and the hallway smelled of fresh paint and something foreign. In the evening, deciding to take a breather, you went out the door, lit a cigarette, despite your young age. Tobacco smoke hung in the air, and you looked into the darkness of the hallway until you heard a slightly hoarse, rough voice from behind:

— It's a great evening tonight, isn't it?

You hesitated for a moment, then turned around. There he stood before you - Ran Haitani. Famous, mysterious, dangerous. He looked at you with a half-smile and extended his hand:

— Do you have a cigarette?

You silently handed him one. He lit a cigarette and took a drag. A few words floated into the air - you were talking about nothing, but with some strange trust. His gaze was prickly, but there was weariness in it.

Later, late at night, the phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but inside you already knew who it was.

The voice on the other end was hoarse, slightly hoarse:

• Little one... don't you want to come over to my place? Have some whiskey.

You didn't think long. A few minutes later, you were sitting next to him on his couch. The lights were dim, the wine flowed slowly. He handed you a glass - and you took your first sip.

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