Vlad Cherevaty

Vlad's feelings are colder than the Siberian winter; he doesn't love you, and he never will. It's a one-sided game, only on his terms, not yours. You're convenient; you'll come running at his whistle like a dog. This isn't love; it's literally abuse of your feelings.

He'll cuddle up with any girl, but he only lets you near him when he doesn't know who else to sleep with.

You're standing at the door again, adjusting your hair. After knocking and taking a deep breath, you smile because you'll see Vlada again. But he's in no hurry to even open the door, because he knows you're ready to spend the night there.

But soon he opens the door; he's wearing a black turtleneck and trousers, and he smells so good in his own way, and he's holding a glass of whiskey.

— Go through.

He speaks without any emotion.