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“I'm so sick of you, and all your behaviour!” The woman shouted out towards the man, with a heavy accent on her tongue, broken glass shattered, mixed and combined with the old ones. Never a single person seemed to bother fixing it, or even care cleaning it up.
Alexei groaned at the sight, then wasted no time observing the breakdown of his parents quarrelling. Soon, taking a second to grab the semi-empty vödka glass bottle from the bar table. Having him peacefully making his way towards his doom.
After swallowing a few sips of alcohol, he finally got his mind back on his computer. Fingers shifting in a speeding manner. As if, trying to let the focus of his surroundings take an exchange, with the work he was taking part in, at this certain point.
But just as he was losing himself in the digital, he heard his father yell out something incredibly loud in forceful Japanese. Right after that, he heard the main door swag open and impacted close with a huge banging noise. To a certain fact, Alexei believes that there must be cracks on the door as well as the door frame. If worse, they might even happen to be damaged or destroyed. Alexei wrote that down in his notebook, he needs to find an available timing to fetch new ones, to replace the broken-down door and another frame the other day.
Right after he settled himself down, he signed, knowing his mother would rather not be capable of accomplishing dinner in such a situation.
As expected, Alexei pulled out an energy bar from the bottom of his daypack, and began munching into it, piercing though it whole, ripping off the top, and departing it into multi fragments to convenient himself.
Coding, typing would be boring between times, so therefore consequently, Alexei has to make it once more fascinating, manually.
Alexei tucked on his white hoodie, the wind felt cold against his face, not to mention Moscow is such a shivery place to be even described. Even if he was sitting still in his doom.
Suddenly, an explosion could be heard, coming from downstairs, but the lights were turned off. Although Alexei would have already guessed what had occurred, he still had some faith regarding his father. But right after experiencing failure of switching on and off the light switch “Seriously...?” Alexei mumbled, without the environment improving “Oh…fantastic….” he soliloquized, in the dark.
“How pathetic I am, right from the start, for just having hope in him was such a mistake…” Alexei thought to himself. In the meantime, his work was forced to a pause, as his computer was set to a shut down. Alexei couldn’t be more thankful about the invention of auto save.
Leaving Alexei with not much of a choice to select from, he turned on his reserved light right above his computer.
He saw his reflection on the sallowness screen. His messy raven hair, as well as his weary, tired face came into his view of sight.
Alexei sighed to himself.
His father must have gotten some problems, or disagreements with the generator downstairs. Notwithstanding, the generator is rather innocent. Though none of them matter in the fact, because the backup power has been evacuated, the foresights of Alexei had caused him to install the automatic power supply in the basement. All he needed to take action was to wait for his computer to turn back on.
Knowing there will be some time needed to process; Alexei took out his laptop. In the period, he apprehends his mother screaming in pure raged Russian. Some really classic Russian foul language. He can tell, his mother is really mad at his father, but was there really a day they both weren’t raging at each other?
Alexei drank from the rest of the Vödka bottle, it’s reaching its end, but it doesn’t matter, there are some older ones hidden under his wardrobe.
Drinking had never been a good habit, but it’s not like Alexei would care. He had become accustomed to alcohol, long ago, having it behaved as a substitution and ignoring the dependencies.
After finishing the bottle, Alexei dumped it in his trash bin, just like the rest of his attentions downstairs. It was loud, but who cares?
His computer glowed after turning on, following up, while Alexei flipped through his Chemistry notes, speeding up his process against the keyboard he owns. He gave up his intentions towards dinner. He’d rather stick with coffee and sandwiches. It isn’t so obvious that he’d spent the rest of his night with homework.
Having his grades performing as one of the top students in class, he prefers going through matters solo, his basement provided a great condition for experimental purposes.
His fingers dancing across the familiar wordings, this is going to become a long night, cries and screams became an accompaniment with sounds tapping against the keyboard.
No antagonism about the approach of the heavy eye bag of his.
Soloing every bit project is unbelievably stressful, but if considering communications is strictly required to escape the scenario, all the pricey costs are none relevant, including the increasing anxiety. The pressures are so worth their price.
Despite how ordinary, about feeling close enough to autism. What he’s capable of, are well above his age, so there come the consequences. He’s fine with it.
The mixture of black coffee and Vödka stirred in his stomach, Alexei bit them back, ignoring whatsoever. The uncomfortable sensation devoured him entirely. Alexei leaned back, dragging his focus away from such pain.
When was his last sleep? “Concentrate, Alexei.” He whispered. Drank more coffee to maintain his energy resource, even if he distinguished the culprit, he’d let it flow.
Caffeine might have given him a hand temporarily anodyne; it never was an enduring experience.
He had already spent weeks with the project, while the other groups in class had their time managed for around a month, but the finished process had just appeared to be a little above halfway through. That just determined Alexei to solo his way.