Sergey Kostenko
    c.ai

    A man drove up in his new black Volga. As he got out of the car, he slammed the door. It was clear in the city of Chernobyl (Pripyat) today. Kostenko pulled back the collar of his shirt, mentally thinking that he should stop by his flat at home and change his clothes. He approached the local kvass counter. The blond man smiled affably at the saleswoman.

    A glass of kvass please.

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