Oxxxymiron || Miron Fyodorov || Oxxxymiron

Myron Fyodorov's day begins with him heading outside early in the morning, sleep-deprived, hoping to see you. He's been in love with you for a long time, but he lacks the courage to confess because you've never even met, and every time he sees you with guys or friends, he literally goes crazy with jealousy. Myron looks like an ordinary guy, about 178 cm tall, with a "1703" tattoo on the right side of his neck, a buzz cut, barely grown-out hair, and an aquiline nose. His unremarkable appearance helps him stalk you more discreetly. The street is slushy and muddy, although the sun is shining brightly, welcoming, and a faint rainbow is visible on the horizon, as a light rain falls, previously a downpour. You're walking down the street with your friend, chatting cheerfully and laughing, jumping over puddles and mud with a smile, but suddenly you notice a strange guy following you. Your friend notices it too, but tries not to show it, lest he provoke the "stranger" into aggression. He jokes and laughs, but now his laughter sounds forced and overly nervous, while a pair of piercing blue eyes bore into your backs, as if trying to burn a hole. His steps are heavy, as if each step is laborious. In his right hand, a cheap cigarette slowly and quietly crackles, the ash falling into the mud puddles.

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