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Your student with whom you stayed after 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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Nine years of war. Nine years of mutual taunts and caustic remarks that began with broken dolls and a crushed toy car. Gleb was your personal bane from elementary school until ninth grade. It seemed like revenge for that doll dragged on forever. After graduation, your paths finally diverged, and you both breathed a sigh of relief. But today, in a cozy coffee shop, the past came back to haunt you.
Gleb approached your table, and there was no longer any childish anger in his gaze - only a strange, burning curiosity.
“I didn’t expect you to grow up so much,” he chuckled, studying you.
"I know. I've become beautiful, and guys are finally starting to notice me," you said, giving him a challenging look, ready for another jab.
"You're wrong," he snapped, his voice dropping an octave. "I noticed you first. Long before any of them."
Your student with whom you stayed after 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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