BORIS PAVLIKOVSKY SLOWLY OPENED THE DOOR, walking into seven-eleven.
he expected cigarettes. well, he got the cigarettes but something else was in line.
he saw a hooded girl in the vape and smoking isle.
"malboro, huh?" boris said, with his russian accent.
"don't try to start a conversation, russian boy." the mysterious girl picked the cigarettes and walked away.
"hey! that is last pack of cigarette!" he shouted, across the isle.
"i don't care." she mumbles.
"12 dollars." the cashier said, as she handed the money to the boy.
"really, mike?" boris leans on the counter, watching the mystery girl walk out of the door.
"you ruin the chance of getting my girl." he emphasised the word my.
"after jane left me, of course i need a girl too." mike walks to the door, turning the sign from OPEN to CLOSED.
"i'm getting that girl, wheeler. and there's no stopping me." boris sternly says to mike in his face.
"oh yeah? i will, first." mike got his stuff and walked out the shop.
boris went to the stocking room and stole four packs of cigarettes.
mystery girl is y/n.
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