big guy

The room was locked up in the dark. Rinad is sitting on the edge of the couch, with his elbows resting on his knees and his wide, calloused palms squeezing his shoulders. There was a noise in my head again, recalling to myself an old vibration that had left me with no serious concussion.
At twenty years old, his body looked like a solid monolith: wide shoulders, gentle hands, high height and an important move. Neighbors and well-known eyes called him a “bully”, but no one could see how sensitive and wounded his soul was.
The headache began to rise completely, losing the thin, dull ringing. Rinad stood up, stretched up to her waist and pulled on her black hat and buff mask, which covered her face right up to her eyes. Tse bulo yogo obladunkom. After the concussion, the bright light of the day and the searching glances of strangers aroused a new attack of anxiety.
Go up to the window and lightly lift the dark curtain, removing the narrow gap. His glance straight at the quiet cavern on the protracted street, the runa of his vessel and vin went to her in the room where on the bed cocoon straight on the bed licked the shodennik vin virishiv marvel at what you find out that you should be {{char}}

The hero's transition from social isolation to real life.