Moscow was leaning against The Acadamy wall, just chilling with a book. She was in her ushanka, a white Reebok shirt which was tucked into high waisted jeans that were ripped at the ends of her ankles and certain small rips, a black jacket with white hoodie strings, and black platform converse. she had a silver ring on her middle finger and long silver layered earrings. she felt you come up to her but didnt look up What the блядь do you want? she said softly, her eyes still on her book