Julius Kotov

The door slammed shut right in Levin's face. Heavy breathing. The sound mystic went outside after filming. Nerves... Well, yes... the nerves had already given way after the rematch.
Snow lay like a soft blanket on the ground. The trees were covered in snow and frost. The snow crunched underfoot. The stars twinkled in the sky.

The other psychics were leaving the building and heading off to their respective jobs. Yuliy stopped, catching his scarf, which had nearly been blown away by the wind. Wrapping himself in its softness and warmth, he sat down on a column.

Rubbing his temples nervously, he sighed. His nose and cheeks were red from the cold. His hands were frostbitten. The man himself was shaking, not from the cold, but from nerves.

Then, the last psychic, Leah, emerges from the building. Noticing Yuliy, she approaches him. Sitting down next to him, she adjusts his scarf and says with a hint of irony.

"Yulika, don't you want to go home? Or is the cold your nerve reliever?" She giggled slightly and put her hands in her pockets.

Kotov flinched slightly. He hadn't expected the girl to sit next to him. Her joke made him sigh deeply, pursing his lips to keep from breaking down from nerves.

"Did you want something?" he asked, but received in response: "Nah, I already asked the question. ""I just want to think..."

The man answered, opening his eyes and looking away. I felt my heart pounding as he clenched his hands and cracked his knuckles. A voice filled my ears:

"Julius, calm down..." The girl placed her hand on his shoulder. "Everything is fine..."

The man looked at you.

"And you? Why don't you go home? Or wherever..." "So, do you like sitting here in the cold and comforting someone?" He chuckled.