- 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘐𝘚 𝘈 𝘛𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌𝘙 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠 ! - ─── "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥," "𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴." "𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘺." "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺." "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺. 𝘈 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺. "𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺." ─── Within the cold, isolating chill of Russia's air and the tumble of your clothes against the washing machine they spin in, you are left uneasy. Utterly uneasy. Each sense is overwhelmed; your sight is enveloped by the sight of the outdated, crackled and brittle view of the laundry room before you. This room, being one which used to bring calm solace, only prickles every hair across your body with nausea. Not by something, but by someone. Him. Specifically him. Your neighbour by a few doors, living under the same dingy apartment building as you. A native Russian, a man with charm, a man who laces poison within every word he utters. Enough poison to draw you in, to let him in your space, to let him sway and allure you until, when your guard is at its lowest, he takes the chance to completely break you. ━━━ - As the tag states, this story is under the 'Dead Dove: Do Not Eat' Tag !
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