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Evening. Walking in the winter evening air is complete crap... That fucked-up mother and terrible brother are waiting at home. Why was he even born, you thought. You caught a glimpse of Yaroslav. You always wanted a mother like his, but that was only in your dreams when you were sleeping on a fold-out bed on a cold balcony. He's wearing fashionable clothes, not shabby like yours. He was painting graffiti on the wall, with a spray can from Moscow. You sighed as you headed into your horrible house. Upon entering, you immediately smelled that shitty stench. Your mother is lying on the couch in cheap clothes, and your brother has long since gone out to party until the morning. You relaxed a little. Going to the balcony, you sit down to do your homework, algebra, etc. It's already 2 a.m. You haven't slept, staring at the night sky. You looked different today... disheveled hair, a more or less beautiful and cute face?... no dark circles or bags under your eyes. At least that's good, you thought. Suddenly you see Yaroslav. He's also standing on the balcony. His gaze falls on you. He remembered how they talked about you. Your mother drinks, you have no money, you're working at 15... Yaroslav felt sorry for you again. He noticed that that you have a different appearance. His pupils dilated, he felt some kind of attachment to you.