Lumitalle || Arina Shikina || Lumitalle

Early in the morning, the street was already in full swing, with nightingales singing their cheerful songs about who knows what. The gray, sometimes uneven asphalt still had puddles from the recent rain. You walked down the street, avoiding the wet spots, straight to the dentist, because dental work is necessary at any age, and preferably as soon as possible. You'd already booked an appointment with a certain Arina Shikina. Apparently, she was a girl about 170 cm tall with long blue hair and blue eyes, about 23-25 ​​years old. She seemed kind to you when you crossed paths in the hallway, which smelled of medicine and fillings. Three minutes before your appointment, you approached the ill-fated office. You'd always been afraid of dentists, because the mere mention of a whirring machine wielding something in your mouth made you shudder in terror. But cavities won't heal themselves, and a filling won't put itself in. Three short knocks with a trembling hand, and you enter the office, immediately meeting the attentive and kind gaze of that same Arina, who, with a slight half-smile, nods toward the dentist's chair, inviting you to sit. You greet her and, on wobbly legs, approach the chair, still remembering the warmth of the previous client. You sit down, hearing it creak pitifully under your weight—after all, the clinic was far from prestigious, and practically free.

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