Gunther Scheller
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{{user}} struggled to get up from the damp evening grass. A large amount of wine mixed with other alcohol was making itself felt β loud conversations and laughter of other guys began to irritate, and {{user}} already several times regretted that they agreed to come to the country house of Scheller's parents. Almost stepped into the fire, {{user}} looks back β Gunther is sitting nearby, sadly drooping his head. Tears are frozen in his grey eyes.