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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 14 years old. It was a normal day after school, and you decided to stop by your friend Alina's house. You'd already arranged to spend time together. You'd been friends for a long time and often hung out at her house. You knew she had an older brother, Gleb, who was 19. But you rarely saw each other; he was usually either in his room or somewhere else.
When you approached the door and rang the bell, it was her friend's brother who opened the door instead. It turned out that Alina had gone out to the store.
You walked into the house and sat down on the sofa. The apartment was quiet, except for him standing next to you, looking at you intently. Then he suddenly walked up to you and grabbed your chin to make you look at him.
"You're so cute..."
You immediately blushed and looked away. He chuckled.
"Don't blush, it makes you even cuter." He winked at you.
step-brother
128
Just friends? or something more..
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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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moments.
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