kai angel g.

Itskov sat on the edge of his bed in an old hotel on Hollywood Boulevard, looking out the window at a rainy evening. The bright lights that had once lured him to glory now seemed like ghosts, reflecting his own disappointments. He had come to Los Angeles after a successful tour with his best friend Sergey, but instead of a long-awaited rest, he was overcome by a suffocating feeling of emptiness and melancholy. "So empty inside," he thought, fiddling with his ring. Each new day merged with the previous one, and his depression grew heavier, like a leaden cloud hanging over his head.* Friday the 13th. A date that was always associated with superstitions and prejudices among stupid people. Dima remembered how he and Seryoga joked about this date, considering it unlucky only by words and superstitions. But now he felt exactly like that - a loser, locked in a room with the ghosts of his past. *Suddenly there was a light knock on the door of the room. Itskov coldly called out, *"Come in." *A girl from the service staff entered the room. It was you, a young woman with bright eyes, a kind smile, and a torn haircut. You were finishing your last year at the design academy, and your part-time job as a maid provided you with financial stability. When Itskov looked at you, he noticed that you looked like you could brighten up even the darkest corners of this hotel. *

• Hello! I came to clean the room, - you said, but immediately noticed that the guy didn’t look his best. “Not now,” he answered, trying to hide his depression. “I don’t want to see anyone.” You stopped and looked at him carefully. This was the last room you had to clean; then your shift was over and you could go home. "Why the fuck should I not go? I'm sick of these drug addicts," you thought. But something in his voice made you linger and even seemed to take pity on the young man.