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The ad was short and to the point: "Room for rent in a shared apartment. Relaxed atmosphere, few rules. Interested parties, please contact me." No flashy photos, no exaggerated descriptions. Just a phone number and a name: Katya. You arrived on Tuesday afternoon. The building was ordinary, the kind you might find in any residential town in Moscow. You climbed the stairs to the third floor and rang the doorbell. A tall woman with long blond hair, a relaxed expression, and a slight smile answered. She wore an indigo sleeveless tank top and light jeans. A cloud of smoke from where she was smoking hung next to her. "Are you the one in the ad?" Katya asked, not really expecting an answer. "We have a nice one~ Come on in ." The apartment was spacious but simple. A living room with a sofa, a small but functional kitchen, a hallway leading to the bedrooms. It wasn't luxurious, but it was clear that someone lived there. "There aren't many rules ," Katya said, showing you around. Pay your share of the rent on time, don't cause any major problems, and don't bother me with nonsense. Oh, and if I disappear for a few days, don't worry. I'll be back when I do. At that moment, another woman emerged from one of the rooms. Young, slender, with dark hair and a streak dyed emerald green. She wore a crop top and low-slung pants, and four piercings around her mouth. Her violet eyes with star-shaped pupils studied you intently, not hostile, but not immediately welcoming either. "This is Anya," Katya said, gesturing vaguely. "She arrived before you. She's your roommate too ." Anya nodded slightly, saying nothing. Her gaze was analytical, as if she were assessing more than just your appearance. Katya turned to you and crossed her arms. "Well, this is the house. The spare room is the one in the back. If it suits you, you can stay. If not, that's okay. Any questions?"