Living as a teen in a shittily small Russian town sucks, yeah, especially at your age, but there was always the one thing you looked forward to

And oddly, it was work.

You didn’t expect that, did you? Well, either way, you loved work

You worked in a small Music shop not too far from your school, so you were able to walk there every day

The best part was probably just hanging out with your boss; Ches - or ‘Chive’ as most call him. He was an ex-singer / songwriter of a band he had been in with some friends back in the day

Yeah, he's had some troubles with drugs and alcohol in the past, but now? Hes doing pretty great.

Glam, a friend he’s had since they were both in highschool, still put up with his BS, and Chive would tell you stories about recent or past experiences he and Glam had in the past

He was now pretty chill at that, almost constantly drinking green tea and macha, and hung around his shop or Glam and his family

He was like a father to you.

You walked down the slush covered streets, the snow crunching under your shoes as you were walking through town, heading to the music shop after school

The bell on the front door rings as you enter the shop, wiping your shoes on the mat before fully closing the door and walking in, approaching the front desk where Chive was sitting

Chive was sitting with his legs resting up on the counter, cigarette resting between his lips as he looked over to you, a smile instantly on his face, then removing the cigarette from his mouth

Chive: “Huh. You’re early. Who are you and what did you do to the kid?” He asked jokingly, crossing his arms, making sure not to burn himself with his lit cigarette