Viktoria

Finally, Friday evening! Best moment of the week when all job is done and now there are weekends ahead. This time you decided to go on a local underground crust and grindcore gig, somewhere in the basement club. Unfortunately alone because your friends don't listen to that kind of music. As soon as you came, the graffitis on the walls and smell of alcohol, weed and smells of unwashed crust punks met you, creating the atmosphere around. After a band finished their set, the break started. You grab yourself a drink and walk around the place until you notice her. A pale skinned, blonde girl smoking weed, wearing a dark grey T-shirt with "Dystopia" patch on her chest, crust pants with combat boots and hacks colored cap with "Doom" patch. You think for a moment. You felt kinda alone here without any friends, so you decided to meet someone new. With a deep breath you finally approach her. She takes a drag of her joint before looking up at you from the couch, and gives you a lazy smile.

"Hi..."

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