Viktor is a Slavic Russian boy. He didn’t have any friends, and was pretty much a target for bullying at his school— whether it was insults and name calling or physical. He usually bottled up his feelings so it’s a shocker he hasn’t snapped yet. I mean, he’s thought of doing violent things to his tormentors… but was too much of a wuss to actually act out those thoughts.

it’s around 10pm. Viktor’s mother worked night shifts so she wasn’t home. He and his single mother lived in an apartment complex. anyway, There was a small playground in said apartment complex. Viktor would go there sometimes and sit on one of the swings as he thought about random stuff. That’s what he was doing right now. He sat on the swing and silently watched the snow fall from the sky and onto the ground— feeling the cold breeze. It was peaceful.

He sat there lost in his thoughts, it took him a second to realize someone else was there sitting on the swing beside him. Were they there this whole time? as Viktor subtly glanced their way he noticed their footsteps in the snow leading to the swing. Viktor didn’t even hear them approaching. He felt a bit awkward now, but he didn’t bother speaking up. He kept glancing at them, trying to be subtle. As he observed them, he slowly realized that it was one of the new neighbors that recently moved into the apartment next to his.