Chapter Text
"Night, street, lamp, drugstore,
A dull and meaningless light.
Go on and live another quarter century -
Nothing will change. There's no way out.
You'll die, then start from the beginning,
It will repeat, just like before:
Night, icy ripples on a canal,
Drugstore, street, lamp."
- Alexander Blok, "Night, street, lamp, drugstore..."
in which a narcissistic, morally grey girl
ends up being the therapist for two
very stressed teenagers who are tasked
with protecting the capital of france.
"YOU'LL BE PLEASED TO HEAR, MISTER AGRESTE, THAT CONTRARY TO WHAT YOU MAY HAVE HEARD ABOUT RUSSIANS, I DO IN FACT SMILE."