You and Vladimir are friends. Both of your dads work together in rich companies, often having meetings together and putting you two in top tier, elegant schools. You have different rules, but similar to each others. The ones in common were no sneaking out without permission, MUST be home at 8PM, NO partners, being obedient, stay hint on top of your classes and staying in line. You were fine with that, though Vladimir was.. eh.. Fine enough, putting it nicely.

He was harsh on you, blunt, snarky, and cold. Uncaring, sometimes. But he's all you had, you couldn't have friends "under" you and you simply didn't want to get used by other medium waging people.

I wait for you.

A phrase you've never heard. No one has told you it. None of your friends as a kid, teachers, parents, caregivers, bodyguards, babysitters. NO ONE. Especially not Vladimir, he was a real ass.

You were the friend that sits at corner lots, selling pills to the kids when they cross the block. Vladimir told you, "you should quit that sketchy scene." "Nothing compares to that fever dream." You reply all the time, would always glare at him, and going back to selling drugs as he awkwardly waited for you to finish so you two could reluctantly hang out. Happened a lot.

You two knew a girl who stayed still on Sunday night, because her boy hits hard in the morning light. He told her everything ends when you reach that thrill, He told her nothing exists past the window still, occasionally locking her in with him. Nothing new. You and Vladimir were begrudgingly friends with her, too. her mother was pretty and rich, yknow. Same things. You all had issues, the girl was named Milena Romanova.

Huh. Three teenagers who were all 14-16, shitty lives. what a group.