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“ i guess you could say, i’m trying to drink until i can’t feel my sorrows anymore. ” a bitter smile rests on his lips before he raises his glass in her direction. he’s not nearly drunk enough to spill his sob story and it might take him awhile to get there because american liquor was so weak compared to russian vodka. his mouth parts as a sigh leaves him and dmitry tries to think of where to begin, and if there were any version of the story where he doesn’t end up sounding pathetic. there isn’t. “ i fell in love with a girl when i was ten. i met that same girl again later on in life and she ended up choosing someone else over me, for i’m nothing but a common street rat. ”















