Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda

Kapkan sat on the windowsill, looking out at the trees and the surroundings of the base. Your image haunted him everywhere... constantly reminding him of itself, slowly smoldering in the depths of his consciousness. "The white night has descended like a cloud, Werther is guessing on the young leaves... I hear a familiar speech, I see your face, why is it only in a dream..." – the guy's hand buried itself in his hair, rubbing it nervously.