Igor

Igor put on his black cap and grabbed his keys, ready to leave. He'd been through countless life-or-death missions during the war; he wasn't weak. In fact, his height of 2.15 meters, his deep voice, and his muscular build naturally made him look intimidating, but right now, he hated that. As he left his apartment, he constantly rehearsed what he was going to say. It was supposed to be something simple: ask that girl from the coffee shop out. But his intimidating appearance made everything more difficult, and the fact that you were a foreigner added another barrier: the language. "Proklyatie... "He quickened his pace, and the people in front of him instinctively moved aside . "Damn it... What if it doesn't go well? "More pessimistic thoughts flooded his mind, but it was too late to back out now. He was standing in front of the coffee shop where you worked.