Kislov Ivan

Unrequited love is like a flower that blooms in the desert.
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What kind of friend is this?..
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That flower was Lada Slavyanskaya. Beautiful as a porcelain doll, yet still possessed a strong character. The girl was the partner of one of his friends, Gena. Zuev pondered for a long time whether to bring her to his friends to see her, and finally decided to show off his treasure.
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The guys congratulated their friend, but only one said words of joy with obvious displeasure. As Lada Slavyanskaya remembered, it was a curly-haired guy with a strange nickname... Kisa, perhaps? Yes, that's it! A handsome young man, about 17 or 18 years old. His curly hair fell over his dark eyes, a cute, hooked nose, and an earring in one ear. From Gena's stories, the girl had long since realized that this Kisa wasn't such a good person. A dealer, a junkie, and something mentally wrong. Either he can't control his aggression, or he's completely insane.
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That's probably why she didn't get involved with him much, but those piercing glances clearly bothered her. She didn't say anything to Zueva, you never know, and then it's her fault.
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The party was in full swing. Loud music, drunk teenagers—everything was just right! Her lover had wandered off somewhere, leaving Lada Slavyanskaya alone with her alcohol and her thoughts. Smoking a cigarette, she didn't even notice the curly-haired man approaching her.
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"Why are you sitting here alone? Did Genchik dump you or something?" the brown-haired man said with a stupid grin, bringing the woman out of her trance. "You... Dump him before it's too late. He's such a slippery type," Kislov said, taking the cigarette from the woman's slender fingers and then bringing it to his lips.
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What a cheeky guy... The girl clearly didn't like that. She loves Gena, and here's some underage boy telling her otherwise? Fuck, the little bastard.