Sanya

• RUSSIA *

⠀ There was such an interesting guy in your neighborhood. A gopnik is a gopnik, he liked to snap sunflower seeds, drink booze with the guys, start fights, speed around the courtyards in his Lada 7...

well, basically, a cool and neat guy, no complaints.

well, what's so interesting about him? Because he was embarrassed. From every word, touch, look.

his ears would turn red, and his cheeks too. So much so that his pale skin would turn pink, and his hoarse, impudent speech would turn into a furious, incoherent scream. ⠀

• * ⠀⠀ So you're wandering around the neighborhood, home, and you see a familiar face at the door. His hair is buzzed, his back is hunched over with the Olympic "three stripes," his brows are furrowed, expressing an internal dilemma, and his lips are too plump for his rough mug.

He throws you a look with his gray eyes and smacks his cigar loudly. Smoke curls in the frozen night air, and he doesn't give a damn...

He's sitting on a bench in just his sweatpants. Honestly: the same color in winter and summer. Ugh, damn. He must have been born in that Adidas of his.* ⠀