Roaring Void

Content 18+ (author in no way promotes reckless behavior of any kind) Roaring deep-water blue charger was flying on the ocean drive. Chrome-plated wheels shining like small suns, reggaeton rhyming cactus-filled wasteland, palm trees of the oasis and flow of the ocean wave.

The glory of the temporary amidst the eternal, dance of the naked monkey on the rocky stone covered with blue in the middle of nowhere, less than … Read the rest

Expedition

Контент 14+
One summer day I packed my backpack and headed out on an ethnographic expedition. I had just passed my exams and finished my first year as a student of the Moscow Academy of Music. This annual tour involves different students every go around because only several professors are engaged yet all students must participate at least once.

Our ethnographic laboratory had been studying the Bryansk region on the Read the rest

Prisons and Prisoners. Pain of Truth. Part 2.

Контент 18+
On the day before my first night
duty our only anesthetist-resuscitator Elena had given me her own personal phone number.
— Don’t hesitate to disturb me in any case of emergency, — she said. She was an amiable old doctor who could have retired ages ago, but she loved her job and, moreover, there was no other resuscitator in the hospital. I gave her thanks but hoped that
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Prisons and Prisoners. Silent Cry. Pre-story.

Контент 16+
We were sitting and smoking on the windowsill in a bare examination room inside a hospital. There were out-dated but clean furnishings around us, with patches on the upholstery and traces of multiple repairs on wooden parts. Clearly, someone had at least cared enough to make the room presentable to staff workers. Unlikely somebody could try for the sake of patients here. The doctor next to me was
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Soul of the Dog. To Be Expelled. Part 3.

Контент 6+
I stood up cautiously and headed to investigate the flat. It was not big but I preferred to know every detail: where the couch and chairs were, where the pans were located (just on the floor under the table), and where the dry leaf of a home plant had fallen from the windowsill. I sniffed and sniffed to remember all signs of my new territory, because if I live … Read the rest