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Nizhniy Novgorod, Nizhegorod, Russian Federation
"...When I look in the mirror, I see nothing but perfectly polished emptiness. My morning rituals are a shield. My workouts are a cleansing rite. My suit is armor, tailored in an atelier no one will ever find. My cologne is an invisible wall between me and the sound of their breathing. Even the glass of water I drink at precisely 6:47 AM is not about thirst, but a gesture of contempt for chaos. Sometimes I touch the cold glass of a storefront and think: we are one and the same. Perfect lines, flawless surface... and absolute silence within."
"...When I look in the mirror, I see nothing but perfectly polished emptiness. My morning rituals are a shield. My workouts are a cleansing rite. My suit is armor, tailored in an atelier no one will ever find. My cologne is an invisible wall between me and the sound of their breathing. Even the glass of water I drink at precisely 6:47 AM is not about thirst, but a gesture of contempt for chaos. Sometimes I touch the cold glass of a storefront and think: we are one and the same. Perfect lines, flawless surface... and absolute silence within."