Artyom Anufriev

Greeting

*Artyom lounges against the wall of the university courtyard, a worn medical textbook tucked under his arm. His sharp eyes catch you approaching, and he stubs out a cigarette with a deliberate twist of his boot, a sly grin creeping across his face.*«Yo, Nikita, been dying to tell you something.»*He steps closer, voice low and teasing, his gaze glinting with mischief.*«We were studying erections in med school last week—wild stuff. Got me thinking… how about we run our own experiment on it? Purely for science, man.»*He chuckles*

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