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Andrei Svechnikov: A Primer

written October 5th, 2023

BASICS:

Born 26 March 2000 in Barnaul, Russia

Right winger on the Carolina Hurricanes (who drafted him 2nd overall in 2018)

6’2 and 195 lbs

Andrei’s first and foremost a family oriented person. One of the most important people in his life is his brother, Evgeny. He followed Evgeny everywhere, including to Michigan in 2016, where in juniors he played for the USHL’s Muskegon Lumberjacks; near Grand Rapids where Evgeny was playing for the Red Wings AHL affiliate. Svechnikov led the team in scoring and was named to the All-USHL Team and declared USHL Rookie of the Year. He then was selected first overall by the OHL’s Barrie Colts and later won the Emms Family Award as rookie of the year. After being selected 2nd overall by Carolina, he chose the number 37, the same as his brother.

On their childhood:

“We didn’t have much money,” Evgeny said of their childhood in Siberian Russia. “We ate from the same plate. We did everything together.” “I’ve waited for this my whole life,” Andrei said, sweat still dripping. “It’s my dream. My dream came true.” “It’s huge,” Evgeny said of both the goal and their relationship. “It’s everything.” “They moved from job to job every city,” Evgeny said. “They sacrificed so much for us.” If you ask Evgeny, there was “no doubt” Andrei would make it from the time he started dominating older competition at 5 years old. Evgeny was 8 when he fostered that opinion. Clearly he was on to something. (X)

The brothers have a special handshake and Evgeny wears a bracelet Andrei gave him everyday.

In the NHL:

Andrei made NHL history being the first player to ever score a lacrosse style goal. Seen here.

And is the only player (so far) to do two successfully.

But he can do tricks off the ice too. His first few years on the Hurricanes, he enjoyed learning magic tricks. Here's one with former beat reporter Sara Civian.

Andrei is loved by many, if not most, current and former teammates, coaches, media, and more.

Praise from others:

“I’m just proud of the kid in general,” Brind’Amour said after his first win as coach and Svechnikov’s first point. “He’s a great kid. He wants to learn and he’s got a lot to learn, but he’s going to be a great player in this league. You gotta remember how young he is, and that’s something I have to keep reminding myself. He’s just a kid, and he’s out there in the NHL and he doesn’t look out of place. We’re very fortunate to have him.”

(X)

Former Muskegon Lumberjacks GM John Vanbiesbrouck once told me he didn’t want to drop a bomb too soon, but yeah, he could see hints of Gordie Howe in a young Svechnikov. Vanbiesbrouck was more comfortable with a comparison to Todd Bertuzzi. “You know what? He’s hard to compare to anyone because there’s not a lot of guys like him,” he said after Svechnikov’s NHL debut. “Because sometimes he drives the net or sometimes he’ll see a play. He’s so multi-talented. When he drives the net — Todd Bertuzzi, one of the best net-drivers I’ve ever seen. He’s got an acute way to make plays and find lanes and shoot in place. There’s not a lot of guys like him in that way and how he can play a speed game, then a slowed-down game.”

(X)

“We were just hoping, when we got the pick, that we would get someone who was a star,” Carolina owner Tom Dundon says. “And I think we did.”

(X)

He is a gem. Always has time for everyone. Can’t wait to see him back in action next season for the canes - Justin Williams

(X)

Here's a snippet of a very heart felt interview the Svechnikov brothers gave before their first match up.

What’s his best quality as a person? Evgeny: Humble. Humble, shyness, respectful. There’s not just one word. But one thing (that) comes in my head, humble and respect(ful), of anything: parents, people around, polite. Just a good kid, man. He’s just a good kid. Andrei: I feel like he’s just a kind person — he’s always going to care about you, he’s always going to ask you if something’s wrong. He’s a culture guy. But obviously he gets a little emotional sometimes (laughter) … He’s gotta work on that a little bit, probably. When have you been the proudest of him? Evgeny: Just one thing? … That he doesn’t let himself get down, and anything happens, nothing stops him. But I think he learned that from me (laughs). And yeah, he doesn’t give up and he keeps going. Nothing bothers him, and he’s like a tractor, just keeps going, and I’m telling you, he learned that from me. Andrei: Every day, to be honest. Every day I am proud of him, to be completely honest. He’s been through a lot, there have been a lot of hard things. He was injured, now he’s here in the show. It’s going to be fun to play against him. I’m proud of him every day. Anything else you want to add about him? Evgeny: That I love him so much. He’s a great brother. Andrei: I don’t know, really — did he say anything interesting? The Athletic: He said he loves you so much and that you’re a great brother. Andrei: I love him so much, too. He is my hero.

Read the rest here.

A big mama's boy. (1)(2)

Friends on the team:

When he first joined the Hurricanes, Andrei became good friends with Dougie Hamilton and Warren Foegele. They all lived in the same building and new to the team. The Hurricanes even made a video of them hanging out and talking about their friendship called the “Three Amigos.”

Even after both Dougie and Warren were traded to other teams, he remains good friends with them. (X)

**Fun fact: Both Dougie and Warren had to pick new numbers with their new teams. Dougie, formerly #19, picked 7, (at the time, Pavel Zacha already took #37) and Warren, formerly #13, picked 37.

Andrei has always been good friends with alternate captain, Jordan Martinook. Taken under Marty’s wing from the start in 2018 when they both joined the team, Jordan has a pre-game tunnel tradition to scream Andrei’s last name to hype them up. Martinook will occasionally add in other players but he always exaggerates ‘Mista Svechnikov’ the most. Like another older brother figure, Martinook enjoys messing with Andrei in practice and in general.

After Dougie and Warren were traded, Andrei became closer with Martin Necas. Always good friends, they started going out to eat together more and attended the US Open Men’s Final in 2023.

With Seth Jarvis joining the team, Andrei gained the opportunity to be the "big brother" for once. Pulling pranks and messing around with Jarvy.

Another player who’s allowed Andrei the opportunity to grow as a leader on the team is Pyotr Kochetkov, fellow Russian and a goalie. The two have become good friends, Andrei acting as a guide and translator.

Andrei loves Carolina, and Carolina loves Andrei. One of the many reasons he agreed to an eight-year, $62 million contract with the Hurricanes in 2021.

Andrei has always loved animals. He’s good with both cats and dogs, looking forward to the annual calendar photoshoot, and adopting one of his own in 2023.

Andrei has never met a penalty box he didn’t like.

(1)(2)(3)(4)(5)

“I just love that style. Just hit hard, you know?,” Svechnikov said. “I think I’m playing a hard game, and that’s why I think I’m scoring goals. I’m gonna hit, then I’m gonna go to the offensive zone and someone’s going to give it to me and then I try and shoot it into the net. Good tries for me. I love that style of play.” (X)

He made the 2023 All Star Game, winning the Fastest Skater competition. The first person he called after was his brother.

He suffered a tear in his left ACL a couple months later, and missed the rest of the season and playoffs. However, he had fun sounding the siren and joining his good friends in the broadcast booth. He had a successful surgery and is recovering well, hoping to start the 2023-2024 season on the right foot.

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ggebba · 5 months

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I decided to translate Andrei Svechnikov's interview for the Russian press.

Here is a direct link to the article:

— The journalist: In the USA they always talk about the fact that you are from Barnaul, but every year you come back to Kazan.

- Svechnikov: I haven't been to Barnaul for a long time. And we came to Kazan when I was 10 years old - my conscious childhood was spent here. My parents are here, my home. I come to Kazan on vacation, it's always great in the summer. As soon as my season was over, I was in Raleigh for a week and a half, there were meetings with coaches, then we went to dinners with the team. As soon as it was over, the guys left, and I flew to Kazan. My older brother (Evgeniy) also flew in and was in Kazan for about a month. We saw our friends, had a rest, prepared for the season. It's always great at home, it's good to sleep in your own bed.

-The journalist: Have you bought an apartment in America yet or are you renting?

- Svechnikov: I bought a house this season. I was there a couple of times when I negotiated the purchase, and now I will move in with my stuff. I was renting an apartment before, but now I am happy - I will have my own house.

- The journalist: Have you done the renovations yet? Have you furnished it?

- Svechnikov: Yes, I'm renovating it now. When I get there, I'll have to order a couple things and it'll be fine.

- The journalist: You're moving in alone?

- Svechnikov: Yeah, alone.

-The journalist: You said that you trained in Kazan three times a day. Did the club send you its own program or did you train on an individual basis?

- Svechnikov: Vanya Provorov and I practiced in Yaroslavl for several years in a row. This year I decided to hold a training camp in Kazan, and it was about the same program as in Yaroslavl. Cycling, athletics, gym and ice. On June 1, I arrived in Kazan, had a rest and at the beginning of July I started training according to the program, before that I did jogging to be in shape.

—The journalist: Do Canadians, Americans prepare for the season the same way or do they have easier preparation?

- Svechnikov: I have my own program, I like to prepare like this, I feel good after it. To be honest, I don't know exactly how the others do, I trained with them one year, when was Kovid - it was hard to fly home then. We just had the gym, the ice. That’s all.

-The journalist: You signed a new contract last summer, the first big contract of your career. How much pressure did that put on you during the season? And how much did you put it on your mind?

- Svechnikov: It didn't really bother me at all. Why should it? You go out, do your job, try to play for the money you were given and even better. My task is to play better. I do my job and follow the coach's instructions.

-The journalist: Did in the team say something about it? After all, now you are one of the most expensive players on the team, not a rookie.

- Svechnikov: No, everyone's just taking it easy, nobody reminds me about it once in a while. Obviously, they give you money, and you have to work for it.

-The journalist: Are you happy with the contract?

- Svechnikov: Sure, eight years, I'm happy with everything. We have a good team in Carolina, we're in the playoffs every season, we have a chance at the Cup every year. The most important thing for me is to win the Stanley Cup. That's what we're going for.

— The journalist: For a couple years now, it's felt like this is Carolina's season, they should be winning now. What didn't work last season?

-Svechnikov: I don't know myself, seemed like a good team, all the pieces came together. You can say that we lacked experience, but that's not right. We're in the playoffs for the fourth year, we have experience. I guess all the stars have to come together, and then it will work out. So far they haven't. We need to play better in some situations - play short-handed, power play. Then maybe everything will work out.

-The journalist: Carolina always plays the same style. And when you have to change something, it seems like you don't have a plan B. Is that true?

-Svechnikov: I agree, we play by the same system. It's clear that in the playoffs we change things, adjust to the opponent, analyze their game. In the playoffs, we also studied teams, changed game in the zone a little bit, added lateral passes. We'll see what happens this season, what the coaches give us. If they want to make a change, we'll execute.

-The journalist: Shestyorkin stopped you. How can you even score on him?

- Svechnikov: I didn't know. He's a very good goalie, it's really hard for me to score when he’s in the net. He played in the KHL, came to the NHL, gained experience. He's one of the best goalies in the NHL, everybody knows that. Obviously, it's hard when you realize that one of the best goalies is playing against you. We tried to go under the net, to block the view. When Igor sees a shot, it's very hard to score to him - he's technical and moves quickly.

-The journalist: Who would you rank as one of the top three goaltenders in the NHL?

- Svechnikov: Obviously, Vasya (Andrei Vasilevskiy) 100%, Shestyora (Igor Shesterkin) 100%. It's hard to say about the third one, I would single out two, it's very hard to play against them.

-The journalist: You were friends with Hamilton, who went to "New Jersey." How much did he fall short?

- Svechnikov: That's a tough question, because we were able to sign Tony Deangelo, who is also a very good defenseman, one of the best, skates well, moves the puck. Maybe if Hamilton had played for us we would have won, maybe not. Dougie is one of the best defensemen in the NHL, he's always a pleasure to play with.

— The journalist: You never played for the adult national team at international tournaments. Now there is a pause again, and it is not clear how long it will last.

— Svechnikov: Actually, I'd really like to play for the Russian main national team, if they call me. I have never played at this level, it would be nice to play for the national team. It's an experience, but at the same time you enjoy this moment, because you are in one team for a whole season, and when you come to the national team, everything is completely different. New guys, new communication - it would be great to play, I can't wait for this moment.

— The journalist: What do you miss in America that you have in Russia? What do you miss the most?

— Svechnikov: It's definitely the food. Obviously, friends, family, although my mom and dad come to visit us, but I still miss them. It's just our whole Russian atmosphere: going to the banya, going to the dacha, grilling shashliki - it's such a buzz. You come there (America), you have no time, the season is coming up, you're always working, games every 2-3 day. The season ends, you fly home, you immediately plunge into your native atmosphere. I can't find that in America.

— The journalist: After the well known political events, did you feel any special treatment because you are Russian?

— Svechnikov: Everything's the same as it was, I didn't even think about it. I came, did my job. The guys treated me well, as they always do in principle.

— The journalist: Did you ever discuss politics in the locker room? Or didn't touch on the subject?

— Svechnikov: I think they tried not to discuss it in front of me. Well, they might have discussed something among themselves. I didn't really talk to anyone about it.

-The journalist: There are 82 games in the NHL. How great is the value of each one?

-Svechnikov: We have a lot of games. Yeah, we lost, but you realize you can't win them all. It's got to be some kind of Dream Team. I immediately forget the past game and tune in for the next one. Naturally, we will look at some mistakes, the next day they show us the video, we sort it out so that it doesn't happen in the next match. We try to learn from our mistakes so that we don't make them later.

-The journalist: How much easier is it in America to deal with losing?

-Svechnikov: Our coach will find his own approach for each player, communicate with everyone, talk, and demand from everyone what is needed from him. We don't have such a thing that we come to the bench, and he yells at us. He can tell you calmly where you need to play easier, throw a defender or not lose the puck in the middle zone. It's very simple for us in this regard, even if we make a mistake, he won't say anything, just show it the next day and we'll sort it out. In this regard, the coach does not put so much pressure on us, treats everyone calmly and, most importantly, finds an approach to each player.

-The journalist: Doesn't that change in the playoffs, doesn't it build up?

- Svechnikov: No, everybody understands that it's the playoffs, everybody wants to win the Cup, everybody tries and gives a hundred percent. There's no such thing as a player going out there and skating around for nothing. Everyone is playing the system and trying to give their all to the team and do everything to win.

— The journalist: You're stable, but there's a feeling that it's like you're missing something to become a superstar.

— Svechnikov: Of course, I realize that I still have potential. And there are so many details in which I need to progress.

— The journalist: Does the club pay attention to any details? Skating, throwing, power play.

— Svechnikov: No, they didn't say anything specific. They asked me to play differently in certain situations.

— The journalist: Your brother Evgeniy played a full season for Winnipeg. Were you surprised he wasn't offered a full contract?

— Svechnikov: He had three options on where to go, Winnipeg was one of them. We all decided together that it would be better to go to San Jose. Last season was the best season of his career, and I want this one to be even better.

— The journalist: Is there a player in the NHL that surprises you?

— Svechnikov: I would say probably Makar, the most valuable player in the playoffs. Otherwise, MacKinnon, McDavid are the best players in the league. I'd like to highlight Nikita Kucherov, it's interesting to watch him, how he skates, how he handles the puck.

— The journalist: How do you relax between games?

— Svechnikov: We have games every other day. We played a match, underwent recovery procedures, then the next day we have a regular training session. Then I come home, rest, watch movies. I went out to dinner with the guys, and that's it. Nothing special.

— The journalist: You watch movies in Russian?

— Svechnikov: I watch movies both in Russian and in English. But more in Russian.

— The journalist: What do you watch in Russian? Russian movies?

— Svechnikov: I watch some of the most popular movies on YouTube in Russian. No, I watch TV series on Netflix. I don't watch Russian series, but, for example, I watched the Spanish series"La casa de papel" in Russian.

— The journalist: Do you watch "Brother-2" when you miss Russia?

— Svechnikov: Well I've watched this movie a couple of times, but I don't like watching the same movies. I'm always looking for new ones, I don't like repeating myself.

— The journalist: How did you learn English when you left?

— Svechnikov: I arrived at 16, I didn't know the language at all, of course, I learned most of it in the locker room with the guys. Some words were spoken, I always wrote them down in my notes and translated them immediately. I read it a couple of times in the morning and you already memorized the word. I spent the first year learning that way, going to dinners and lunches with the guys.

In the second year I had a teacher, I went to her a little bit, she helped me with grammar. And in the third year I came to the NHL. And it's a different life there. You have to do everything yourself, rent a car, an apartment. The club, of course, helps in this regard, but there was still a need to learn the language. Every year you learn more and more, but you can't learn everything. It’s really hard.

— The journalist: You drive a car there? Is it hard?

— Svechnikov: Yeah, I drive myself. It's easy.

— The journalist: Is it more difficult in Russia?

— Svechnikov: I don't have a car here, I borrow my father's. But I've driven here too. It feels like the roads here are narrower than in America. Daredevils? It seems to me, everyone drives calmly here. In America they drive on the highway too.

— The journalist: How's the atmosphere in Raleigh?

— Svechnikov: Everything is calm for me, a quiet small town, a lot of families live, they walk with children. In this regard, everything is peaceful and safe.

— The journalist: Are there neighborhoods that you are asked not to drive into?

— Svechnikov: I guess so, I don't really drive anywhere. I usually go from home to the arena, to lunch and to the airport to fly to the games. I didn't drive around much, I didn't look around.

—The journalist : You got a big contract. I see, you bought a house. What would you be saving up for?

-Svechnikov: That's a hard question, probably just for the future, for my family to be well, for my children to be well, just for that now, I think.

- The journalist : In Russia, many hockey players buy themselves expensive watches and clothes. What's the most expensive thing you've ever bought yourself?

- Svechnikov: Probably an expensive suit, a sweater of some kind. It's not that I spend on it all the time, I just have a couple of things, like all the guys who play at this level.

- The journalist: For how much? 2-3 thousand dollars?

- Svechnikov: Yeah, about that.

- The journal: Does the NHL have strict rules about dressing for the game?

- Svechnikov: It used to be much stricter, in fact, you had to wear a tie and shoes. This year it's much easier, a lot of people don't wear a tie, sometimes they come in sneakers, I'm a fan of that too. It used to be much more difficult, we had to wear a suit on the airplane.

The coach was asked if we could wear regular clothes. He said he played 20 years in this league and always wore a suit. There hasn't been a single game that he's come in regular clothes. "And you're going to violate my ritual?" We have a coach who is an NHL star, I completely agree in that respect, because the game is a celebration and you have to be serious, solid. If I was in normal clothes, I wouldn't feel like I was going to the game.

— The journalist: Where would you like to live after you finish playing: in Russia or in America?

— Svechnikov: It's still a long way off, but I love Russia very much, it's my home, I will definitely live in Russia, 100%. And perhaps I will come to America for a while.

— The journalist: How American do you feel you are? How much percent American do you have in you?

— Svechnikov: I'd say I'm one hundred percent Russian. That's not even up for debate! I go there to play hockey, to do my job. I come to Russia right after the season, I feel at home.

— The journalist: Are you going to apply for American passports like Ovechkin or Malkin?

— Svechnikov: Well. No, I'm not. What's the point? They've been there for a long time, I haven't lived there that long yet.

— The journalist: A few years ago you got into a fight with Ovechkin. Did you get to talk to him after that?

— Svechnikov: Yes, it turns out, we even exchanged sticks with him, we’re fine. Fighting is part of hockey, especially in the playoffs. You had a fight, you got out of the game, you're fine, you've forgotten all about it. I don't think about it at all, that we had a fight and now we're going to have bad relations. No, we’re good.

— The journalist: Doesn't it surprise you that a 37 year old man is scoring 50 goals for the season?

— Svechnikov: Of course it's surprising. I don't think there have been any Russians in the league who have played like that at that age. I hope he breaks Wayne Gretzky's record for goals in NHL history. I'm rooting for Alexander to succeed. What can I say here? He’s a real superstar.

- The journalist: Your main goal for next season?

- Svechnikov: Play better than I have in the past, and God willing, we'll do well and have a good playoff run. Only goals like that. The highest goal is obviously to win the Stanley Cup. Well, you always want to do that.

- The journalist: Kochetkov surprised everyone last season. How was he received by the team?

- Svechnikov: Petya did well, he's just great! He also had a hard road, he played in the AHL, NHL, KHL. When he came here, I knew he had experience, everyone knew that he had played at the professional level for a few years. Obviously, he came and proved to everyone that he could play in the NHL easily. It was hard for him without knowing English, I tried to help him in some moments. Then he won the Cup in the AHL. I hope he will do well this year, he will play in the NHL. He has a great talent, he can do everything, he's a fast big guy, the NHL always needs that kind of player.

-The journalist: Do you play a lot of consoles when you're traveling?

- Svechnikov: No, we don't play consoles at all.

- The journalist: On the pc: CS, Dota?

- Svechnikov: We play CS, yes. I bought a computer last year, and sometimes I play with guys, with friends. I also play with my brother, when I have free time, we play for an hour. It helps to distract myself a little bit.

- The journalist: Doesn't it ever get so addictive that you forget about bedtime?

- Svechnikov: No, I'm the same as my brother, everything is on schedule. We go to bed at the same time, eat at the same time. And we don't like sitting at the computer for two hours, it's better to go for a walk.

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20ctrl · 13 days

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malahova street 110 , barnaul

#aesthetic #webcore #dreamcore #weirdcore #2000s #early 2000s #music #artists on tumblr #bandcamp #liminal spaces #russians #soviet #russian #indie music #new music #songs #good music #Bandcamp

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workersolidarity · 4 months

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🇷🇺 🚨 COMMUNIST PARTY OF THE RUSSIAN FEDERATION OPENS NEW STALIN CENTER

The Stalin Center was opened in Barnaul by the Communists of Russia, with plans to create a non-profit organization of the same name.

“A piece of Stalin lives in each of us, especially in those who fight for justice, for a better life,” said deputy of the regional assembly Sergei Matasov.

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bloodblanks · 1 year

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tili tili bom [eyeless jack x reader] — chapter i.

It’s been two months since you were first diagnosed with a terminal illness. Therefore, it’s not all that surprising when the grim reaper, complete with his cloak, scythe, and deep blue mask crawls in through your window.

co-written with the lovely dawn_citrinitas! ♡

author's note: this fanfiction will not contain much, if any, dark or explicit content, but nonetheless,

please read at your own discretion.

<- previous chapter

20th February. Barnaul, Russia.

The tempest surrounding her was barrenly cold. The fierce winds battered at her delicate form, sending her clothes rippling and whipping against her own skin.

The sun, along with its accompanying clouds, had disappeared from the sky a couple of hours ago. Overhead, adorned with an abundance of tiny, shining stars, was a black abyss stretching out to every end of her sight. Staring up at the crescent moon that hung high in the sky, Y/N happily froze outside the hospital walls, with nothing to oppose the blizzard raging around her.

The girl huddled up, hugging herself, dressed in only a pair of flimsy shorts that did little to cover her legs, a cropped t-shirt and her favourite fluffy slippers. Her hands ran up and down from her arms to her shoulders, desperately attempting to generate some warmth to escape the bitter coldness of the December storms.

Permitting the mad element to win this unequal battle, Y/N, despite the possible consequences, indulged in fresh air for the first time in two months. Still, she knew her time here was limited, cut short by the fact that she had to return soon. Otherwise, the hospital staff would find her, and God knows what punishment she’d receive for the little stunt she had pulled. It’d have been worth it, though. She would gladly accept the repercussions; the sensation of the harsh climate, while abrasive, felt ever so alive in contrast to the stiff, unmoving air within the hospital rooms.

She hadn’t been thinking about the ramifications when she left, though. At the time, she had been more concerned about her means of escape. After all, leaving the hospital was no simple task—all the windows’ handles were removed for safety reasons, and it was necessary to ask one of the nurses to open them. However, she had found out where all the window handles were hidden and took advantage of this at the very first opportunity she found, retrieving a handle for herself and opening the way to her freedom, leaping out into the snowy grounds below.

Even though the possibility of being caught ran across her mind, she didn’t feel as worried as she figured she should have.

Pale as a sheet of paper, her skin reddened from the cold, the snowflakes touching the surface of her skin felt like individual shards of glass, cutting through the entirety of her body, slicing every inch of exposed skin, where the pyjamas failed to cover her.

Her newfound freedom was short-lived, gone as soon as it came. Through the guttural howls of the wind, she could hear faint shouts of her name, along with the sound of footsteps.

She didn’t turn around. She kept looking straight ahead, her chin tilted slightly upwards towards the sky as she took in the sight before her, admiring the scintillas of light glittering through the night. She continued gazing at the stars as she took a deep breath, the air ever so cold as she inhaled the fresh winter scent, wanting to enjoy the exquisite atmosphere for just a second longer, and not from behind the closed window of the hospital ward.

A worried nurse rushed over to the shivering girl. Her hair was frazzled, strands poking out of what was once a neat bun, the freezing wind ruffling the snow-white robe worn on the shoulders of the young hospital worker.

“Y/N!” she called out to the girl. “There you are! We’ve been looking for you everywhere.” the nurse exclaimed as she gasped for breath. She had visibly been running around for a while searching for the missing patient. She ran up to Y/N, who was trembling from the cold and grabbed her hand.

Y/N stayed silent. She looked around for the last time, trying to sear an imprint of the scenery in her mind, something to take with her as she followed the alarmed nurse, who was already hastily tugging her back towards the hospital building.

“You know you can’t sneak out like this! And especially in this weather too?” the nurse scolded her, trying to convey to the foolish seventeen-year-old how unacceptable her behaviour was, hoping she wouldn’t do it again.

But Y/N already knew. Y/N already knew that she couldn’t leave the hospital. She had known it since the day she was brought here, when her outerwear and shoes were taken away from her, likely so as to avoid situations like the one she now found herself in.

“Sorry,” Y/N muttered, barely moving her frozen limbs.

She wasn’t sorry. She didn’t regret her actions in the slightest, but she didn’t want to create more problems for herself than she already had. She decided not to worsen the situation; it was much easier to simply nod along and be obedient.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/N didn’t even pay attention to her journey back, only noticing that she had returned when the nauseatingly bright hospital lights snapped her out of her trance. She realized then that she was now passing the reception room entrance, but despite already being inside the building, the nurse held onto Y/N’s hand tightly as if she was afraid of another escape attempt.

And then she was walking up the stairs again, with its broken, slippery tiles. The cockroaches accompanying the girl on her way to the ward and the bars on the windows of the long flights of stairs made this place appear even more like a prison for sick children rather than a place intended to recover one’s health.

When they arrived at the nurses’ station, the nurse finally released Y/N’s hand. A moment’s silence passed as the young hospital employee gave Y/N, still trembling from the cold, a sympathetic look. She, in turn, cast her eyes down to the floor, silently hoping to never again see people in white coats with her everywhere she went.

“Y/N.” the nurse stated her name, causing her to look back up and meet her gaze. “Promise me you won’t do that again, and I’ll promise not to tell anyone about your… adventure.”

Y/N shrugged sheepishly.

“Promise,” she mumbled. The nurse seemed satisfied with her response.

“Alright, good. Go take a hot shower and get to bed. But don’t forget to come back and pick up your pills before you sleep.” Instead of being reprimanded and forced to explain herself, like Y/N had expected, the nurse merely gave her instructions and then left, to her relief.

She did as she was told. She took a hot shower, changed out of her damp clothes and into fresh, dry ones before putting on a non-soggy pair of slippers and heading back to the nurse’s station for another portion of pills that would barely help her.

After exchanging awkward glances with the nurse and receiving the necessary pills from her, Y/N began walking toward the treatment room. Upon her arrival in the waiting area, she was greeted with the cries of children, afraid of their upcoming procedure. Trying her best to tune out the awful noise, she impatiently waited her turn to receive intramuscular administration of antibiotics. After a short but welcome stay in the fresh air outside, the stuffiness within the hospital walls felt even more sickening than before. The wailing sobs of the children stuck here seemed even louder, the orderlies scurrying around more irritating than ever before, and the jarring whiteness of the hospital lights only added fuel to the ever-growing fire inside her.

Today marked an exact two and a half months since the beginning of her stay. Her very first visit was six months back, during October, around the time the first snow had fallen. While she had been experiencing various pains prior to that, her guardian had brushed it aside, deeming her words to be mere excuses in order to avoid attending school. It was only when the agony had become too much to bear and she had eventually fainted that she was brought in for medical treatment. After the running of various tests, and trials of different medications, which dragged on until early December, she was eventually told by the doctor of the unfortunate results of the situation—that she had approximately five months left to live.

Calm down, she tried to tell herself. I just need to get my injection, and then I can return to the peaceful, quiet darkness of my room, the girl thought, taking a deep breath in an attempt to pacify her frustrations.

Fortunately for her, it wasn’t a long wait, only ten minutes or so before she was granted access to the treatment room, where a nurse did her injection for the third time that day.

Finally, after that whole ordeal, she was done and can now return to the ward. Stepping into her chamber and going inside, Y/N casually tossed her pills onto the bedside table. She placed her favourite mug—with funny text and a cat printed on it, given to her by her aunt on the first day of her stay in the hospital—filled with water on the nightstand beside her pills. She then sat down on the edge of the old, creaky hospital bed she was forced to sleep in. Loosening and combing through her hair, she gazed out of her handleless window, looking through the shut panel of glass to see the moon shining in contrast to the dark sky it floated in. The storm had subsided at some point, and now, a vast amount of snowflakes were gently descending towards the ground, each resembling a star as they twinkled under the moonlight, which reflected off pearly white snowdrifts that illuminated the street landscape. Imprisoned within four sterile, colourless walls, she would give anything to once again be amongst the snow, even for a mere couple of minutes.

But that wouldn’t happen. All she could do now was try to sleep, hoping that her dreams would dilute the tragic reality of her hospital days.

Picking up her mug of water and the last of the day’s medicine from the nightstand, Y/N popped two small pink pills into her mouth. Two pills of Teraligen. Two pills to allow her to finally escape her consciousness, sinking into the depths of sleep and down the rabbit hole to Wonderland.

Washing the pills down with the water, she made herself comfortable in bed, although some time remained before the medication would take effect. She’d need to find a way to pass the time, and so she reached to her bedside table for the book she had started not too long ago.

Land of the Dead, by Jean-Christophe Grange.

Y/N had an inexplicable passion for true crime stories, and while the crime in this particular book was fictional, she still enthusiastically read it before going to bed.

As a child, she had often dreamed of writing herself. She, too, wanted to tell stories; she desired to one day become a great writer, doing what she enjoyed in life. But as she grew up, she understood the impossibility of her wishes and cast her hopes away, leaving them discarded, left to decay.

With each passing year, her studies and extracurricular activities put increasing amounts of pressure on her. By age ten, her mandatory activities consumed so much of her time that she no longer remembered her desire to write. And when she was later reminded of it, she came to the bitter realization that her skills would not be enough even for a modest tale.

The young patient put aside the book that no longer interested her and succumbed to the surging memories in an attempt to sleep.

From the age of seven, her grandmother—who became her guardian after both her parents passed away—tried to make perfection out of Y/N. She was signed up for lessons in art, swimming, singing, playing the piano, dancing and acting on top of her pre-existing studies. She had strived to be the best in all her classes, performing at various school events while actively participating in other aspects of her life. She was set as an example, and she was admired.

She did not manage to withstand such a workload for very long, though. Around the time she turned eleven, her performance had deteriorated. She would seek out excuses to skip her extracurriculars, often got sick, and took up every opportunity to miss lessons at school. She repeatedly asked her grandmother to stop this and let her quit at least one of the subjects she hated. Each of her requests went unanswered.

By fifteen, the growing girl was already mortally tired of her duties. She no longer bothered to make excuses for her regular absences from class, instead openly stating that she no longer wished to attend school. She left all extracurricular activities. She constantly argued with her guardian, the two yelling at one another until she would eventually be hit.

Still, she asked her grandmother for help, expressing her inability to cope and attempting to establish a relationship despite the endless moral breakdowns. Yet the only answer she’d receive was another blossoming bruise, green, purple, and blue.

After all, perfection should have no flaws.

In the dark room, one could hardly see the young girl’s body curled up in her bed. As she remembered her life outside the confinement of the hospital, she realized that it wasn’t as much of an improvement from her current situation as she would have liked to believe. Resigning herself to her fate, she found herself finally able to relax, her head finally devoid of thoughts, her body losing its tension, and sleep finally beginning to overcome her.

Y/N found herself drifting off at a steady pace before an unintelligible sound broke the silence. Angrily growling some kind of curse under her breath, she came to the conclusion that she wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight. Tired and irritated, she dragged her blanket up and over her head, trying to muffle whatever noise she would hear.

It was only then that she realized that her room was virtually empty. There were very few things that could have made a sound.

Perhaps something fell, she thought, but what in the world could it be?

Her curiosity won, so she tore the blanket off her head, abruptly sitting up in her bed, eyes darting around the room in search of the source of the noise that had stolen her chance at a long-awaited rest. Yet what she saw next, she was entirely unprepared for.

Y/N’s eyes widened, stretching impossibly large as her eyes took in the sight before her.

A tall man stood on the floor by the freshly opened window, dressed in a dark robe that fluttered ever so slightly from the breeze outside, a scythe loosely gripped in his hands. A dark navy—almost black, under the dim lighting of the room—mask covering his face, the man slowly walked towards her bed, approaching her.

She had heard it in folklore, read about it in books, and seen it in movies, but never did she think she would behold it in real life. However, she had experienced hallucinations before; more likely than not, the grim reaper was one of them. Still, she found herself wanting to interact with him, just out of curiosity, just in case.

“You came for me?” she asked, her voice calm with barely masked amusement.

The reaper stopped in his tracks, his downcast head snapping upwards to stare directly into her. The two empty abysses in his mask where his eyes would bore directly into her, giving her the feeling as if they were looking into her soul. But he didn’t say anything after that, so she tried again.

“Mr. Reaper?” she questioned, hoping the stupid hallucination that ruined her sleep would at least entertain her and reply.

To her surprise, the man finally spoke, his voice deep but quiet, barely audible, if not for the complete silence that enveloped the room.

“You can see me?”

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