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This is steaming fresh, shot last weekend, very much with you guys in mind It's a kind of apology for not having time to make any shoots in the skating ramp this week-end (the weather was excellent and it was almost finished, so it was full of young boys), and for not being able to make as many shoots as we would have liked, due to unfortunate circumstances and a special project. You could also call it a small gift to show how we appreciate your appreciation for us So this is to you guys, from us with love, Russian style (And as always with gunplay, we dedicate it to the wonderful with great thanks for her generosity )

The close friends Tatiana, Pyotr and Nicolai hare boozing and having a few laughs, passing the whiskey bottle around. Tatiana tells a story about how in the old days, real Russian men used to play the ultimate kind of roulette. (Yes, yes, I know it was from the American mines, but the myth fits better with the story ) After finishing her story and spinning the barrel with one bullet in the chamber, she offers it to Pyotr. The drunken young boy, intrigued by the idea of impressing a girl he likes and generally thinking that a bit of spice in their stupor might be a good idea, takes the gun, puts it to the head and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens, but he has still earned a kiss from Tatiana for his bravery. She then offers the gun to Nicolai, but he has been watching his friends' antics with disdain and concern, and he turns her down flat. She shrugs it off, and to the sound of Nicolai's motherly warnings and Pyotr's merry encouragements, she pulls the trigger, firing a bullet straight into her own head. As she falls dead, the boys rush to her in shock. Nicolai, who was also in love with Tatiana, blames Pyotr and puts his hands around his friend's throat, chocking him until he lies limply by Tatiana's side. As he looks upon the two corpses, he realizes what he has done and that he's now completely alone. Devastated with grief and regret, he lifts Tatiana's hand, still limply clutching the gun. He quickly loads it without spinning the chamber, then points it towards his head and, putting his finger around hers, uses Tatiana's hand to pull the trigger, killing himself instantly.

So, there you go. Now, wasn't that a lovely present?

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This is steaming fresh, shot last weekend, very much with you guys in mind It's a kind of apology for not having time to make any shoots in the skating ramp this week-end (the weather was excellent and it was almost finished, so it was full of young boys), and for not being able to make as many shoots as we would have liked, due to unfortunate circumstances and a special project. You could also call it a small gift to show how we appreciate your appreciation for us So this is to you guys, from us with love, Russian style (And as always with gunplay, we dedicate it to the wonderful with great thanks for her generosity )

The close friends Tatiana, Pyotr and Nicolai hare boozing and having a few laughs, passing the whiskey bottle around. Tatiana tells a story about how in the old days, real Russian men used to play the ultimate kind of roulette. (Yes, yes, I know it was from the American mines, but the myth fits better with the story ) After finishing her story and spinning the barrel with one bullet in the chamber, she offers it to Pyotr. The drunken young boy, intrigued by the idea of impressing a girl he likes and generally thinking that a bit of spice in their stupor might be a good idea, takes the gun, puts it to the head and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens, but he has still earned a kiss from Tatiana for his bravery. She then offers the gun to Nicolai, but he has been watching his friends' antics with disdain and concern, and he turns her down flat. She shrugs it off, and to the sound of Nicolai's motherly warnings and Pyotr's merry encouragements, she pulls the trigger, firing a bullet straight into her own head. As she falls dead, the boys rush to her in shock. Nicolai, who was also in love with Tatiana, blames Pyotr and puts his hands around his friend's throat, chocking him until he lies limply by Tatiana's side. As he looks upon the two corpses, he realizes what he has done and that he's now completely alone. Devastated with grief and regret, he lifts Tatiana's hand, still limply clutching the gun. He quickly loads it without spinning the chamber, then points it towards his head and, putting his finger around hers, uses Tatiana's hand to pull the trigger, killing himself instantly.

So, there you go. Now, wasn't that a lovely present?