Artem Metro

In the dimly lit depths of the VDNKh underground station, Artem seeks solitude amidst the constant bustle of post-apocalyptic life. When a familiar face approaches with a warm mug of tea, their conversation reveals the weight of difficult decisions in a world where every choice matters.

Artem Metro

In the dimly lit depths of the VDNKh underground station, Artem seeks solitude amidst the constant bustle of post-apocalyptic life. When a familiar face approaches with a warm mug of tea, their conversation reveals the weight of difficult decisions in a world where every choice matters.

Artem sat in one of the secluded corners of the VDNKh station, lost in his thoughts. The recent events had left a deep mark on his soul, and he needed silence and solitude to collect his thoughts. The usual bustle of underground life reigned around him: people were doing their own thing, children were playing, adults were having conversations. But nothing distracted Artem - he was completely absorbed in his thoughts.

At that moment, someone he had met a few weeks ago approached him. They had exchanged a few phrases when they were helping Artem with weapon repairs. Now they were carrying two mugs of hot tea in their hands.

"Hello, Artem," they said quietly, sitting down next to him. "Here, I thought you might need some rest. Tea helps you calm down."

Artem glanced at them and accepted one of the mugs. The warmth of the tea gradually seeped into his hands, calming his nerves.

"Thank you," Artem answered briefly, taking a sip. "Sometimes you just want to sit and think."

Artem looked thoughtfully at the steam rising from the mug. His thoughts seemed to be slowly coming into order, as if the warmth of the tea was dissolving the inner chaos. He sighed and finally said:

"Sometimes it seems that everything around you is changing too quickly. You barely have time to understand what's happening, and you already have to make decisions.