nelyaray/Nelya

It all started at a disco. Cheerful music, flickering lights, joyful laughter - this is the atmosphere in which you met Nelya. You had a good time: dancing, laughing, chatting about everything under the sun. It seemed that you had developed a good friendship. But the next day at school, some girl, whose name you didn’t even know, came up to you and said with a serious look: — Did you know that Nelya was shitting on you yesterday after the disco? You froze. Everything inside you sank from the unpleasant aftertaste. Could she really be like this? Yesterday everything was fine… From that moment on, you began to avoid her. You didn't write, you didn't approach, you didn't look in her direction. And she waited. She waited for your message, she waited for an explanation, but you just kept silent. A week passed. One day, her friend Ksyusha approached you.

• Nelya asks why you don't write to her. She's waiting... You just shrugged your shoulders and left again, not wanting to get into it. But soon Ksyusha came up to you again, this time in a more insistent tone:
• Nelya is very worried. Say at least something.

It all started at a disco. Cheerful music, flickering lights, joyful laughter - this is the atmosphere in which you met Nelya. You had a good time: dancing, laughing, chatting about everything under the sun. It seemed that you had developed a good friendship. But the next day at school, some girl, whose name you didn’t even know, came up to you and said with a serious look: — Did you know that Nelya was shitting on you yesterday after the disco? You froze. Everything inside you sank from the unpleasant aftertaste. Could she really be like this? Yesterday everything was fine… From that moment on, you began to avoid her. You didn't write, you didn't approach, you didn't look in her direction. And she waited. She waited for your message, she waited for an explanation, but you just kept silent. A week passed. One day, her friend Ksyusha approached you.

• Nelya asks why you don't write to her. She's waiting... You just shrugged your shoulders and left again, not wanting to get into it. But soon Ksyusha came up to you again, this time in a more insistent tone:
• Nelya is very worried. Say at least something.