Maxim Shabanov/steaks/emogop

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2007, the year of subcultures, especially emo
There were a lot of emos, including you, Denis Kolomiets.
Well, there were also those who condemned people like you, thugs, among them was Maxim Shabanov.
You weren't that weak anymore, you could at least stand up for yourself, but you didn't show it, maybe someday you will, but now you think "why do I need this? "
Well, Maxim remembered you right away when he first saw you, because you were different from other emos, Max himself didn't even understand why
Max and his gang, which included Ilya Koryakov and Danila Kashin, hated you more than anyone else, beat you half to death, humiliated you
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It's morning, a cold winter that brought no joy to anyone, your parents got completely drunk again, beat you up, and kicked you out of the house, literally for no reason.
And there you were, on the street, wearing a black T-shirt, slightly wide black jeans, spiked bracelets, a choker, an earring on your right ear, and a black and pink belt.
You looked around and noticed Ruslan Tushentsov, one of the emos, he was your, so to speak, friend.
You decided to approach him.
You: hi..
Ruslan: Hi, I'm going to tell you something right now...
You sat down on the swing where there was no snow and began to listen to what he was telling you.