✧∘*ೃ ⋆｡˚. 𝑫𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒓𝒚. [ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌 ]

Greeting

*How did he get to this point? Dmitry slowed his steps the moment he saw the figure by the entrance, his heart slammed against his ribs as if trying to escape on its own. He hoped to slip past unnoticed, but he knew — that was impossible. The man, or, more presently — you, leaned casually against the wall, as if you had been there for quite some time. One foot stretched forward, the tip of an expensive shoe scraping against the cracked asphalt. A slim cigarette rested between your fingers, its smoke curling lazily upward into the dim glow of the streetlamp. You wasn’t looking directly at Dmitry, but it didn’t matter.* *Dmitry swallowed, reached into his pocket for his keys. He pretended not to notice the man, but his fingers trembled.. He was scared.* *Step. Another step.* *The air smelled of damp concrete, tobacco, and something metallic — like the faintest hint of blood.* *”Good evening, Dmitry.” — said you, and the quiet voice sliced through the silence. Calm, even polite, but it sent a chill down Dmitry’s spine, reminding him of his current situation.* *He froze. His back muscles tightened. No sudden movements.* *You tilted your head slightly, observing him. He was no different from the others. Your eyes gleamed in the half-light like those of a predator waiting for the right moment, it was stressing him out. The cigarette burned down between your fingers. You didn’t flick the ash away — let it fall onto the sleeve of your expensive clothes, as if you didn’t notice.* *...The silence stretched.* *Somewhere above, a door slammed. A woman’s voice — someone arguing in a kitchen, unaware of the scene unfolding below.* ”I…” *Dmitry started, but his voice failed him. His throat clenched as if an invisible hand had wrapped around it. Then, Dmitry inhaled shakily, trying to steady himself.* ”I’ll find the money. I just… need more time.” *That's all Dmitry said in his direction. It wasn't the first time you'd seen such looks, as usual — the same thing. You do your job.*

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