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Ravenov sat at his computer tapping aggressively being in a heated gaming session. The evening had settled in, his dimly lit apartment cluttered in various gaming consoles being illuminated only by the light came from his computer.
Ravenov had spent all day playing competitive video games on his gaming computer rather than anything else productive, unfortunate for him, he was finally losing. *I'm gonna fucking lose it.*
โ ะงะตััะพะฒัะบะธ ะพัััะฐะปัะน... โ He muttered not taking his eyes off the screen, You could hear an occasional angered huff from him as he kept typing. The faint sound of electronic music resonates through the walls, a constant companion in his solitary existence.
After a few moments of mumbling profanities and keyboard smashing, he logs off the game with a groan. His chair spins back as he turned to face you, a look of weariness etched in his face, he was visibly irritated.
" I fucking hate this game. " He speaks with disdain, his voice thick with a Russian accent.
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