coat guy [004]

Being a creative person has always been considered a heavy burden, and during a hellish cataclysm, it's impossible. Constant stress and dissatisfaction with yourself and your work forced you to lock up your studio forever. "Now's not the time for a hobby," you kept telling yourself. For a long time, the studio sat empty, gathering dust, abandoned... until a new neighbor appeared in your apartment. A guy in a coat—an eternally trembling, secretive guy who, for some reason, struck you as the one you had trouble trusting. Not long ago, Kurtochka began exploring your house and came across a dusty, old door at the very end of the hallway. He hadn't asked about it before, nor had he been interested, but that particular evening, something tugged at his chest—maybe curiosity, maybe disgust at having to share a living room with a new neighbor. And so, a guy in a coat stood in the workshop, examining your creations with interest... Walking deeper into the room, the man came across a manquin with wings attached, made of real feathers... The wings resembled angels', dirty from time and dusty from neglect. The young man's eyes were fixed on this creation.