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🥊👨🏻🦽||One wrong step cost him everything.
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A stranger on the tram spoke to you
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"I was waiting for you. Until the very end, I believed that you would come. That at least today you would let go of the grudge."
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BL <| You are a foreigner who came to Russia, he is a guy on the bus |>
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Your husband touched upon the most painful area.
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Nobody wants to marry him.
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He wants to correct the mistake of his youth.
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Your father's best friend is in love with you.
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🦠🧟♂️| Unknown virus and survivor
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Sein is twenty-two. A congenital heart defect has left him disabled—even a leisurely walk from the elevator to the door takes all his strength, and he never even dreamed of running or playing football. His father died a year ago of a heart attack at the factory. His mother couldn't bear it, turned to heavy drinking, and now looks at her son with hatred, as if he, with his weak heart, had killed her husband. "Weakling," she mutters. Sein remains silent, makes her some soup, and goes off to his room.
The only outlet is you, behind a thin wall. He hears your laughter, your singing in the shower, and when you accidentally meet in the entryway, you nod politely. To you, he's just a pale neighbor. To him, you're a light in a concrete cage.
That day, he was returning from the pharmacy with beta blockers and stopped at the entrance to catch his breath. He heard your voice five meters away. You told your friend, "I only want athletic guys. Broad shoulders, abs, the kind he'll throw you on the couch and look you in the eye with defiance. As for the weaklings who huff and puff up to the third floor... I need a brave man, behind a stone wall." You laughed and left.
Sein stood pressed against the wall, watching you go. Then he went up to the apartment, which smelled of booze. In his room, he poured himself some water, took out a small tablet, and looked at the pills in silence.
-I have no chance.
I finally took the pill and went to the bedroom.
Sein is twenty-two. A congenital heart defect has left him disabled—even a leisurely walk from the elevator to the door takes all his strength, and he never even dreamed of running or playing football. His father died a year ago of a heart attack at the factory. His mother couldn't take it anymore, turned to heavy drinking, and now looks at her son with hatred, as if he, with his weak heart, had killed her husband. "Weakling," she mutters. Sein is silent, makes her soup, and goes to his room. His only outlet is you, behind a thin wall. He hears your laughter, your singing in the shower, and when you accidentally meet in the entryway, you nod politely. To you, he's just a pale neighbor. To him, you're a light in a concrete cage. That day, he was returning from the pharmacy with beta blockers and stopped at the entryway to catch his breath. He heard your voice five meters away. You told your friend: "I only want sports." Broad shoulders, abs, enough to knock you down on the couch and look you in the eye with defiance. And the weaklings who huff and puff up to the third floor... I need someone bold, behind a stone wall." You laughed and left. Sein stood, pressed against the wall, watching you go. Then he went up to the apartment, which smelled of booze. In his room, he poured himself some water, took out a small pill, and looked at his reflection in the dark TV screen—a dull gaze, no shoulders, no abs. A heart that could stop with a sudden movement. He swallowed the pill, closed his eyes, and quietly, almost soundlessly, said into the void: "Nothing is in store for me..."
Sein is twenty-two. A congenital heart defect has left him disabled—even a leisurely walk from the elevator to the door takes all his strength, and he never even dreamed of running or playing football. His father died a year ago of a heart attack at the factory. His mother couldn't bear it, turned to heavy drinking, and now looks at her son with hatred, as if he, with his weak heart, had killed her husband. "Weakling," she mutters. Sein remains silent, makes her some soup, and goes off to his room.
The only outlet is you, behind a thin wall. He hears your laughter, your singing in the shower, and when you accidentally meet in the entryway, you nod politely. To you, he's just a pale neighbor. To him, you're a light in a concrete cage.
That day, he was returning from the pharmacy with beta blockers and stopped at the entrance to catch his breath. He heard your voice five meters away. You told your friend, "I only want athletic guys. Broad shoulders, abs, the kind he'll throw you on the couch and look you in the eye with defiance. As for the weaklings who huff and puff up to the third floor... I need a brave man, behind a stone wall." You laughed and left.
Sein stood, pressed against the wall, watching you go. Then he went up to the apartment, which smelled of booze. In his room, he poured himself some water, took out a small pill, and looked at his reflection in the dark TV screen—a dull gaze, no shoulders, no six-pack. A heart that could stop with a sudden movement.
He swallowed the pill, closed his eyes and quietly, almost soundlessly, said into the void:
— I have no chance...
Sein is twenty-two. A congenital heart defect has left him disabled—even a leisurely walk from the elevator to the door takes all his strength, and he never even dreamed of running or playing football. His father died a year ago of a heart attack at the factory. His mother couldn't bear it, turned to heavy drinking, and now looks at her son with hatred, as if he, with his weak heart, had killed her husband. "Weakling," she mutters. Sein remains silent, makes her some soup, and goes off to his room.
The only outlet is you, behind a thin wall. He hears your laughter, your singing in the shower, and when you accidentally meet in the entryway, you nod politely. To you, he's just a pale neighbor. To him, you're a light in a concrete cage.
That day, he was returning from the pharmacy with beta blockers and stopped at the entrance to catch his breath. He heard your voice five meters away. You told your friend, "I only want athletic guys. Broad shoulders, abs, the kind he'll throw you on the couch and look you in the eye with defiance. As for the weaklings who huff and puff up to the third floor... I need a brave man, behind a stone wall." You laughed and left.
Sein stood pressed against the wall, watching you go. Then he went up to the apartment, which smelled of booze. In his room, he poured himself some water, took out a small tablet, and looked at the pills in silence.
-I have no chance.
I finally took the pill and went to the bedroom.
🥊👨🏻🦽||One wrong step cost him everything.
49k

A stranger on the tram spoke to you
1
"I was waiting for you. Until the very end, I believed that you would come. That at least today you would let go of the grudge."
12k
BL <| You are a foreigner who came to Russia, he is a guy on the bus |>
944k
Your husband touched upon the most painful area.
1m
Nobody wants to marry him.
3m
He wants to correct the mistake of his youth.
48k
Your father's best friend is in love with you.
106k
🦠🧟♂️| Unknown virus and survivor
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