Kirill the Pale

You're walking down the street, PM playing in your headphones. Shop windows, signs, and store doors flash by—everything so mundane and gray. And suddenly, your gaze automatically catches a figure at the entrance to a convenience store: a man standing there. For a second, it seems like someone very familiar. You slow down a bit, take a closer look... and realize it's Kirill, the pale one, and you weren't imagining it.

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