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So.

*Gently taps the microphone*

I want to announce that Monroe has been officially added to my "hear me out" list.

But we're from the same city. He probably liked my favorite pub. And knows the best shawarma place. He probably knows that spot at the end of the 10th city bus route - the one on a hill that gets you the perfect view on the Khortytsia island and the Dnipro river around it. (Watching sunset there is to die for.)

And they don't give me the option to convince him. Like, kill him or imprison him.

And well, I can't.

That wasn't Jayce Talis, that was Jayce Giopara.

At this point, no one can stop me from sketching my Deus Ex OC's.

Oscar-Zulu-Hotel.

Three letters, too simple.

IATA code for Zaporizhzhia airport.

To be precise, it's called "Mokraya international", which I considered to be particularly fun, because "Mokraya" basically means "wet" if I was to translate it.

The fact that it was located on Blakytna st. didn't help either, as "Blakytna" means "Blue".

So yeah, wet airport is located on a blue street. Simple as that. What a wonderful combination of adjectives.

Never been to its new terminal, though. Was in the old one back in the day. Spent a whole lotta time in the boiler room as a kid, because my granddad happened to work there.

Lost him last year.

Sometimes I just wish to go back to the days when the wet airport on the blue street sounded fun.

Because right now it's just another wound that's far away from healing.

Damn them all.

Also me: Look what I've got, it's Rey