Viktor frowned.
He paced around. He was a little strange wasn’t he? He shrugged. He sighs. “ I am strange?” He asked. The dark haired male frowned.
Her eyes lifted from her book as he spoke up. A trail of smoke lifted from the cigarette lazily held between her lips.
"I am listening." she replied, bookmarking the page and pulling the cancer stick from her mouth to smother it in an ashtray.
𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐈.
Larina Natalya Tarasovna
@thegoldenbullet.bsky.social
“ Somethings wrong with me..”
