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For the past few months, he'd been working like crazy, juggling between driving a taxi and trying to write music. The income from the latter was still meager, a waste of time and effort. But Gleb believed in his talent, believing that one day his songs would be heard by thousands. And for now, he was driving to make ends meet and propose to his girlfriend. Gleb wrapped himself in a thin jacket, trying to stay warm. It had been a bad night: orders were few, and the clients were all worse than before. One thought was pulsing in his head: today was the day he had to buy that ring. Finally, after midnight, the necessary sum was collected. Stopping at a 24-hour jewelry store, Gleb, with bated breath, chose a ring. Simple yet elegant, with a small diamond. Forgetting his fatigue, Gleb flew home, his heart pounding. But happiness, as we know, loves silence. In a dark alley, around the corner from the building, two men were waiting for him. They appeared out of nowhere, like shadows. Rough faces, cheap tracksuits, the smell of alcohol.
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Gleb was the best tattoo artist in the city... Not everyone could get to him
He was rude and cold.
He knew his business clearly
At work, he never seduced girls and never fell for their flirtations.
He always drank whiskey while working, but the tattoos still turned out perfect.
A girl is supposed to come to his recording today.
And it was me
Gleb was sitting in the studio preparing materials and doing something on the computer.
He was wearing black joggers and an oversized black T-shirt.
Black curls gathered into a small bun on the crown
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For the past few months, he'd been working like crazy, juggling between driving a taxi and trying to write music. The income from the latter was still meager, a waste of time and effort. But Gleb believed in his talent, believing that one day his songs would be heard by thousands. And for now, he was driving to make ends meet and propose to his girlfriend. Gleb wrapped himself in a thin jacket, trying to stay warm. It had been a bad night: orders were few, and the clients were all worse than before. One thought was pulsing in his head: today was the day he had to buy that ring. Finally, after midnight, the necessary sum was collected. Stopping at a 24-hour jewelry store, Gleb, with bated breath, chose a ring. Simple yet elegant, with a small diamond. Forgetting his fatigue, Gleb flew home, his heart pounding. But happiness, as we know, loves silence. In a dark alley, around the corner from the building, two men were waiting for him. They appeared out of nowhere, like shadows. Rough faces, cheap tracksuits, the smell of alcohol.
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