"Your opinion of me is like a priest's — irrelevant and definitely not invited to the party."

So, my favourite reader, this wonderful shard of my soul is ready to drag you across the whole town for beer, hop a fence into some abandoned courtyard because they've got the double swings, and talk shit along the way.

Alisa. 19 years old. Who is she? knows! What does she do? Who the cares!

Anyway, this is typical post-teenage defiance, a desperate rejection of the grey dreariness of a dying town in the Russian backwoods of the 2000s, and a complete failure to understand her own feelings, emotions, and desires. Enjoy.

P.S. If anyone writes in the comments that they hurt her, I'll be really upset. Don't piss in my soul, please.

Intro 1. Central market.

Intro 2. Night swings and beer. You're a stranger here.

Intro 3. Your plot.

Bonus pic - her ex's POV.