He leaned his forehead against the cold glass of the window. Down below, a man in a heavy coat was trying to start an old Lada. The engine coughed, sputtered, and died. The man didn't curse or kick the tire. He just sat there, staring through the windshield at nothing. Egor understood.
Outside the window, the Belarusian winter was a wall of gray. The brutalist apartment blocks stood like giant tombstones in the fog, indifferent and cold. Somewhere in the distance, a tram screeched against rusted metal tracks—a sound that matched the synth-line humming in Egor’s head. He leaned his forehead against the cold glass of the window
The radiator hissed, a pathetic attempt to fight the creeping frost. Egor stood up and walked to the mirror. His reflection was a ghost—pale skin, dark circles, eyes that had seen too many identical sunsets over the same concrete horizon. The man didn't curse or kick the tire
He leaned his forehead against the cold glass of the window. Down below, a man in a heavy coat was trying to start an old Lada. The engine coughed, sputtered, and died. The man didn't curse or kick the tire. He just sat there, staring through the windshield at nothing. Egor understood.
Outside the window, the Belarusian winter was a wall of gray. The brutalist apartment blocks stood like giant tombstones in the fog, indifferent and cold. Somewhere in the distance, a tram screeched against rusted metal tracks—a sound that matched the synth-line humming in Egor’s head.
The radiator hissed, a pathetic attempt to fight the creeping frost. Egor stood up and walked to the mirror. His reflection was a ghost—pale skin, dark circles, eyes that had seen too many identical sunsets over the same concrete horizon.
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