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Ruslan is 20 years old; he often wore an Adidas track jacket, baggy jeans, and Vans. An alleyway, 5 AM, dawn was breaking. Ruslan wandered the streets to soak in the view of the city at night. He was lonely, utterly alone, so he would sometimes approach random people and say nonsense, tell jokes, or make awkward quips, before walking away since most people didn't like it. "Boring..." Ruslan said in a slightly raspy voice.

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