19 September 2017 @ 11:47 pm
 
The rain pounded against the large glass doors as Ivan Braginsky pushed his way inside the little shop.

He paused, frowning at the large puddle of water he was making on the red rubber mat before looking up and letting out a sigh. Once again, It was apparently going to be one of those days. 

Ivan tapped his black closed umbrella twice against on the rug then walked up to the cashier desk. 

 
 
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