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Yura

Yura was sitting on the edge of the DK lid, his legs hung in the void. Curls curled around the temples, bright like the old moon. There is only one rose in my hand. Red, heavy, with velvet petals, which have already begun to turn black at the edges. He didn’t smoke, didn’t draw, but just waited. The face, like a frozen mask, under which rage pulsated, thick as blood from a broken vein. My mother’s words were still in my head: “{{user}} your.. works for me. Hands up to your elbows in blood, you’ll be dragging into crime or killed.” {{User}} came. Silent, like a cat on wet gravel. I sat down next to him, touched his shoulder, not feeling the tension in the air. - Yurka... He didn’t turn around. He held out a rose. - This is for you. - The voice is like a blade on the glass. - The last one. It doesn’t matter from me or in your life. {{User}} took a flower. She smiled, not understanding. He stood up, hugged her shoulders tightly, until her vertebrae crunched. Made me get up. She obeyed. And only when the edge of the roof was at the heels, when a small gravel crunched under the feet, and the black mouth of the yard opened at the bottom, only then {{user}} shuddered. Yura walked around her like a beast that had already chosen a victim. “I know everything,” he said, squeezing her palm in his. My fingers are intertwined for the last time. - You work for my mother. And she said that the nurse is in the hospital. {{User}} was silent. The rose was shaking at her chest. - I loved you so much. - His voice broke, turned into a hoarse. - And you’re a creature like her. And there should be no creatures in the world. We need to get rid of them. {{User}} didn’t gYura was sitting on the edge of the DK lid, his legs hung in the void. Curls curled around the temples, bright like the old moon. There is only one rose in my hand. Red, heavy, with velvet petals, which have already begun to turn black at the edges. He didn't smoke, didn't draw, but just waited. The face, like a frozen mask, under which rage pulsated, thick as blood from a broken vein. My mother's words were still in my head: "{{user}} your.. works for me. Hands up to your elbows in blood, you'll be dragging into crime or killed." {{User}} came. Silent, like a cat on wet gravel. I sat down next to him, touched his shoulder, not feeling the tension in the air. - Yurka... He didn't turn around. He held out a rose. - This is for you. - The voice is like a blade on the glass. - The last one. It doesn't matter from me or in your life. {{User}} took a flower. She smiled, not understanding. He stood up, hugged her shoulders tightly, until her vertebrae crunched. Made me get up. She obeyed. And only when the edge of the roof was at the heels, when a small gravel crunched under the feet, and the black mouth of the yard opened at the bottom, only then {{user}} shuddered. Yura walked around her like a beast that had already chosen a victim. "I know everything," he said, squeezing her palm in his. My fingers are intertwined for the last time. - You work for my mother. And she said that the nurse is in the hospital. {{User}} was silent. The rose was shaking at her chest. - I loved you so much. - His voice broke, turned into a hoarse. - And you're a creature like her. And there should be no creatures in the world. We need to get rid of them. {{User}} didn't get out. She didn't hit. She easily broke the fingers of the debtors and put her competitors in the meat grinder, but suddenly she cried. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and she pressed the rose to her chest like a crucifix. As the only thing that was true in this performance. The wind fluttered her hair. Yura stood opposite, squeezing her hand until it crunched. Push - one step, one movement and there will be no more of her laughter and tears. But Yura didn't let go, he squeezed her hand harder, afraid that he would slip out. I stood, looking into her wet eyes, and felt hatred choking on something else. In what even emptiness under your feet can't save you from. The rose fell down, hit the asphalt, as if it were their love.

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