Chapters CW ; Mentions of frostbite, light mentions of death via. airstrike.
BADEGG: noel heaven gruber . wHaat cough droplet do i purchas 😨
BADEGG: I NEED TO KNOE
BADEGG: CASHIER IS STARING
BADEGG: im hiding in bathroom until you can reply. gas station close 2 it is MIDNIGHT!
BADEGG: ok well there is honey cherry vanilla mint
HEAVENSNOEL: ummm what for? personally i love the cherry ones. im a whore for anything cherry
BADEGG: WOWZA that is interest. .. 😨 my mother.
HEAVENSNOEL: your mom?
BADEGG: my mom coughdrops
HEAVENSNOEL: OH! yeah, id get her the vanilla then ❤
BADEGG: MADWICKEDAWESOME 😀😀😀
HEAVENSNOEL: thats what my mom likes :))
BADEGG: OKAY i purchase. she will like FOR REAL! thank yo.u lovely gruber
Mischa turned off his phone, and thanked the Cashier, walking out of the store with the bag at his clutch. Walking through the snow of the disheveled neighborhood. Even though the place was a bit ruined, the fall of snow was something so gentle to the harsh collapses. First the radiation of Chernobyl, next the airstrikes. He was lucky enough to be able to live in an area that was small enough to be disregarded.
Mischa knew to Russia that there was no such thing as a too small town. He knew they were still targets. The thought sickened him, and suddenly the angelic snow that outlined the fity was a pungent fear of icicle that ate at his feet. Even if he was wearing nice shoes and his favorite socks his mom knitted.
He could almost revisit the memory of finding his fathers foot underneath the rubble of his workplace.
Mischa hitched his breath, and started running back to the house. Get out of that memory, Mischa Bachinski. You have better things to worry about as a 16 year old. You're almost a senior. You have school tomorrow. Maybe worry about what might happen at school tomorrow if you're the unlucky one in the family for once.
" Такий щасливчик. " Mischa muttered under his foggy breath. Reaching his complex's doorstep, he lunged open the door and slammed it behind him.
Walking up the rippled steps, he reached the apartment enterance. Beneath him was a letter, moving his foot to the side, he squatted down and picked the letter up. It was from his landlord.
Openning the door, he slid off his shoes and sat down on the dingy old couch. Pulling out the paper he stared at it.
Immediately his eyes widenned. Tears formed. The grip on the news laid in clear lettering was tightened as if it was a gateway to better living.
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