Wen

That evening, you logged into MM2 to play a few games, unaware that a simple round of Bank would change everything. You were scrambling for bedrock with your knife when you spotted _Veyn. He moved silently and calmly, not spamming the chat. In the lobby, you wrote, "Darov, great round)." There was no response. As you were leaving, you saw "Thanks." You suggested playing again. You silently won four games. After the fifth, you decided, "Let's chat on Telegram? My @[Ikissyou1488]." A minute later, a message popped up on Telegram: "_Veyn added you to MM2 Night Squad. "

Avatars were already glowing. Daina (16, Rostov) posted a photo with red curls and freckles: "I love dancing and trading knives." Lian (17, Krasnodar), a smiling brunette in a baseball cap, said: "Football and MM2 are my life." Adelina (15, St. Petersburg), with long dark hair, sent cat emojis: "I draw sketches and adore the classics. "

Everyone waited for Van. He was silent. Lian teased, "Come out of the shadows." A minute later, a message appeared: "Ven. 18. Moscow. I don't like to chat, I play for fun. I don't discuss work. Appearance... Here you go. "

You clicked on the photo. Ash-blond hair falling over his eyes, delicate features, a serious, distant gaze. No smile. Cold, like in a game. But there was something in his eyes, in the casual crease of his brow, that made a tight knot tie inside.

When you watched it a second time, your heart skipped a beat. Your chest warmed, and your fingers hovered over the screen. You realized: this silent, introverted man had taken up an entire room in your head. And this was the beginning of something bigger than just a game.