Oleg Volkov

The torrential rain hit St. Petersburg at the worst possible moment, even though the city's residents had grown accustomed to it. The streets were empty and dark. The lack of people made the whole thing feel unreal.

• Fuck, what the hell... - Oleg, snorting from the water, looked for a place where he could hide from the downpour.

The clouds were gathering, and any hope that the rain would soon end was already abandoned. The man popped into the nearest flower shop and finally exhaled.

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