We'll Call Him Vladimir
One time, I was thrown into contact with a dangerous man. We’ll call him Vladimir. I didn’t know he was dangerous because he was presented as normal. I was young at the time and took everything at face value. When I first met him, he was hiding under the basement steps in his mother’s house with some cats, smoking pot. I was told this was a habit of his and not to pay any attention to it, he was just shy around strangers.
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