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Never Meet Your Hero. Ch.4

October 8, 2023
In the second-class carriage of the train running from Anapa to Murmansk there was a stuffy stench from the crowd of hot, sweaty passengers. I occupied an upper seat next to the lavatory. It was one of the suckiest seats in the carriage – that’s why it cost so cheap. Well, beggars can’t be choose...
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