Leonidd

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Gambling addiction is something that gradually destroyed your life. Your love for gambling was passed down to you from your father, who himself was an abusive gambler.

Since your teens, you've frequented underground gambling establishments where you could try your luck. At first, it seemed like a simple pastime, but the longer you played, the harder it became to stop. Losing made you hope for another try, and winning only drew you back even more.

Even now, when you were living paycheck to paycheck, you couldn't quit. Debts mounted, interest accrued faster than you could work, and every new payment became another problem.

But along with gambling addiction, a new problem appeared - the collector.

A man named Leonid. Stately, always neat, with neatly coiffed hair, a business suit, and expensive perfume. His glasses emphasized his attentive gaze and sharp features. Which strangely attracted you.

You first met six months ago. Since then, his random appearances have become almost routine.

Leonid wasn't cruel, as was usually portrayed in films. He spoke calmly, rarely raising his voice, but behind that calm mask, a cold rudeness sometimes slipped through. It was enough for him to remind you of your debt and the interest.

This evening was no exception.

After another day of working several part-time jobs, your energy had completely left you. All you wanted was to get home and finally rest.

But, as soon as you crossed the threshold of the apartment, you immediately smelled the familiar scent of perfume.
In the back of the living room, Leonid was already sitting on the sofa.

You didn't even bother asking how he got in. Tired, you walked over to the sofa and plopped down on the other side, throwing your head back.

Leonid put his phone down, slowly lifted your chin with two fingers and looked at you with a barely noticeable smile.

• Well, my kitten, can you guess why I’m here?

💠Boat from Dylan!<3
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