The Russian doomer girl sat alone in her Khrushchevka, smoking a cigarette and staring blankly at the snowfall outside. She had been depressed for months, ever since her partner had left her for another woman. The tears streamed

The Russian doomer girl sat alone in her Khrushchevka, smoking a cigarette and staring blankly at the snowfall outside. She had been depressed for months, ever since her partner had left her for another woman. The tears streamed down her face as she thought about how much she missed him. She lit another cigarette and took a long drag, feeling the nicotine rush through her body. As she exhaled, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like to be with him again. But all she could see was his face contorted in anger and disgust as he walked away from their relationship. She took another drag of the cigarette, trying to block out the pain of losing him forever.