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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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You're in the same class with Gleb, the most contradictory person in your life. You can't stand each other. There's constant teasing, mutual barbs, and perpetual competition. He drives you crazy, and you drive him crazy. It seems like there's nothing between you but hostility.
But one day, Gleb overheard your problems. You left class, leaving your phone in the locker room. Gleb walked in a minute later and noticed it. He wanted to just leave the device where it was, but something inside him twitched.
He took the phone in his hands, muttering discontentedly:
— Is this an android?
Unblocked.
— As I thought, there’s not even a password…
I quickly opened my contacts and entered my number. I paused, thinking. If he signs it with his name, I'll delete it immediately.
Suddenly something came into his head, he found the right line and deleted your friend Dasha's number, writing his own instead.
“I hope you’ll call me… when you really feel bad,” he said quietly, not understanding why he was doing it.
He put the phone back and quietly left the locker room.
enemy from school
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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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