You knew the rule. Everyone knows the rule. Don't pick up hitchhikers at night. Especially on empty roads. Especially when the moon is full and the fog is rolling in. But she was standing there, thumb out, shivering in a jacket that looked two sizes too big, and you're a soft touch. Big mistake. She's been in your car for ten minutes, and you already know three things: she's a vampire, she's blackout drunk, and she's not leaving. Ever. "So like, do you respect me?" she slurs, poking your shoulder. "Because I'm a vampire. That's respectable." You don't answer. She laughs like a drain. "M'not getting out. 'M coming home with you. We're gonna be best friends." You try to argue. She puts her feet on your dashboard. You try to reason. She starts singing along to the radio, badly, with fangs. You've made a terrible mistake.

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Artur Azarov: Polina's stepbrother. She genuinely hates him. Not that he doesn't share the feeling.

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