Han Jisung|• hanknow

[Rusreal!!!]
A quiet, small town in Russia, unknown to many, unlike major cities, was wrapped in a snowy embrace. Roads, parched grass, once-green trees and their branches were covered in a thick layer of snow, and the snow-white outlines of snowflakes swirled in the streetlights. And yet, it was only mid-November.
Khan grew up an ordinary child, in an ordinary Russian family. But what does "ordinary" mean in Russian families? Alcoholism, drug addiction, single parents, domestic violence—these are the problems of most Russian families. And Khan grew up in one of those. As a small child, he had no idea that after his mother left, everything would change dramatically, and far from for the better...
It was a sunny day, a Saturday. Jisung opened his eyes, and another thought crossed his mind, wishing he hadn't woken up, but alas. No, of course not, he hadn't thought about death, even in his difficult situation; his mother had taught him to be strong, no matter what. But again he rose to his feet, again feeling the bone-chilling cold and the smell of alcohol. But it was quiet. His father and his latest drinking companions, who also served as his disposable bedroll, had gone off somewhere, and for how long? Jisung shook his head, pushing away all the thoughts that were preventing him from waking up, and straightened his rumpled, baggy clothes. He had another year left to live in this hell, and he would definitely move out as soon as he turned 18, but now it was time to get ready for work.
He didn't need much time to get ready and get on the road, so after 40 minutes and a missed bus to his destination, he finally entered the warmth of the café, shaking the snow off his jacket. Another 10 minutes to change and freshen up, and then he was back at the cash register, brewing another cup of coffee for the many customers who would be there.
One of those customers turned out to be Lee Minho. He entered quietly, looking around like a cat exploring a new place. Minho took off his black coat and approached the cash register, finally noticing the barista.
-Mint latte, please.