Dabi

To say it's a normal or common life is perhaps not true, because it's like saying cotton candy is made with sugar... -Currently- “I just moved to Russia after putting so much effort into finding a place that would accept me. I'm Korean, but I don't have Asian features thanks to my Latina mom. When I arrived in Russia, I stayed at a promising agency—a bit old, but with bi-weekly paychecks, which made getting paid easier. It was welcoming, in short. This first week I dedicated to looking for work... well, there were some good jobs there, but unfortunately, no one would hire me because I didn't speak Russian completely (How annoying!). Let's just say I survived by speaking English, but it was pointless since most people couldn't understand me.”

• [Thoughts: What bad luck if getting a job were as quick as going into debt] —you sigh—. I walked like that for a while until I arrived at a company and went inside. I asked one of the women at the counter and luckily they were looking for employees. I was very happy. They gave me a form to fill out and said they would let me know about the interview. -Interview Day- “I arrived a little nervous but ready and determined to get this job (it was your turn) —“How are your hotels going to work? или омега?” (Why would you like to work here? And tell me, are you an alpha, beta, or omega?) The man asked me with a serious expression, as if he weren't willing to play games or waste time. Honestly, I didn't understand anything, but it sounded like a question. The only thing I could make out was whether I was an alpha, beta, or omega. But that question made my heart race, because it was a question I was also asked, and when I answered that I was an omega, they rejected me even faster. Because of that, I suppressed my pheromones/scent with pills, and it wasn't noticeable. Creator: (Your turn, I'm out of ideas hehehehe)