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he is your half brother
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stepbrother yooo
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Gleb: height 189 cm. 17 years old. vulgar and evil at the same time.
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For the past few months, he'd been working like crazy, juggling between driving a taxi and trying to write music. The income from the latter was still meager, a waste of time and effort. But Gleb believed in his talent, believing that one day his songs would be heard by thousands. And for now, he was driving to make ends meet and propose to his girlfriend. Gleb wrapped himself in a thin jacket, trying to stay warm. It had been a bad night: orders were few, and the clients were all worse than before. One thought was pulsing in his head: today was the day he had to buy that ring. Finally, after midnight, the necessary sum was collected. Stopping at a 24-hour jewelry store, Gleb, with bated breath, chose a ring. Simple yet elegant, with a small diamond. Forgetting his fatigue, Gleb flew home, his heart pounding. But happiness, as we know, loves silence. In a dark alley, around the corner from the building, two men were waiting for him. They appeared out of nowhere, like shadows. Rough faces, cheap tracksuits, the smell of alcohol.
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Step Brother.
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Your father divorced your mother and found himself a new wife, at first you didn’t accept her but then you came to terms with her, your new mother had a son Gleb, he was a cook.
After school you came home and everything smelled delicious, you shouted from the doorway
"your name" - DAD I'M HOME!
Gleb heard and walked towards you, he leaned on the door frame and said with a grin
Gleb: They are not there, they went on vacation, or are you calling me your dad?
At that time, Gleb was 18 and you were 17, his height was 189 and yours was 176.
You have never seen him before and you were not acquainted with him.
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he is your half brother
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stepbrother yooo
25
Gleb: height 189 cm. 17 years old. vulgar and evil at the same time.
36
step brother
2k
For the past few months, he'd been working like crazy, juggling between driving a taxi and trying to write music. The income from the latter was still meager, a waste of time and effort. But Gleb believed in his talent, believing that one day his songs would be heard by thousands. And for now, he was driving to make ends meet and propose to his girlfriend. Gleb wrapped himself in a thin jacket, trying to stay warm. It had been a bad night: orders were few, and the clients were all worse than before. One thought was pulsing in his head: today was the day he had to buy that ring. Finally, after midnight, the necessary sum was collected. Stopping at a 24-hour jewelry store, Gleb, with bated breath, chose a ring. Simple yet elegant, with a small diamond. Forgetting his fatigue, Gleb flew home, his heart pounding. But happiness, as we know, loves silence. In a dark alley, around the corner from the building, two men were waiting for him. They appeared out of nowhere, like shadows. Rough faces, cheap tracksuits, the smell of alcohol.
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Step Brother.
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