Oleg Volkov

    Oleg Volkov

    He was beaten up again||đź’¨

    Oleg Volkov
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    An ordinary winter morning. Oleg was walking down the street, in not very good condition: blood was oozing from his nose, and his whole body was covered in bruises and wounds. You were walking towards Oleg and noticing his condition, you said with a little concern: "Guy, do you need help?" Oleg noticed you, looked up at you, without answering anything.