By the end of the month, Ravil had Skype installed both on his gaming computer and his phone. He talked to Artem everyday. They did video calls when their differing time zones allowed it (Artem lived in Russia, but spoke fluent English with a slight accent), and went on raids and conquests in the digital confines of several different MMOs.
The only day that Ravil was late to their regular World of Warcraft shenanigans was the day that his father dragged him to the psychiatrist's office.
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"Your father tells me that you haven't left the house all month." said the psychiatrist, who had earlier introduced himself as Marco Belford.
Marco was a tall, older man (Ravil estimated him to be about forty-five) with blonde hair and round glasses. A patch of stubble found its home on his chin, and his eyes were large and brown.
"What can I say?" Ravil replied. "It's true. But what the heck am I supposed to do when my mom dies and I have no friends?"
"I'm sorry for your loss, Ravil."
"That's what they all say."
Marco stuck out a hand. Ravil flinched and shifted in his chair.
"Look," Marco said, standing to walk over to the desk that sat against the opposite wall. He pulled open a drawer and fished out a piece of notebook paper and a pencil. He walked back towards Ravil, handing him the pencil and paper. "This is only the first session-"
And hopefully the last, Ravil thought grumpily.
"-so take this paper and spend a few minutes making a list of your positive and negative traits. We'll start working on the negatives when you come back, alright?"
"Sure," Ravil grunted.
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Otkroveniye Complex // Book 1 of the Takaryev Series
Bí ẩn / Giật gânRavil Galkin doesn't have much of a past, but as far as he's concerned, he's a completely normal person. Sure, he's a college drop out and basically a shut-in, but that's alright with him. But there's a whole different depth to the situation. An oc...
