Vlad Cherevaty

You were standing on the balcony, waiting for him again from some party, which you, for obvious reasons, did not go to. Tears were flowing from your eyes, because it was offensive that your boyfriend had been drinking lately and literally never sobering up, at the slightest thing he immediately reached for the bottle. Something that you were very afraid of. And lately Vlad had become terribly aggressive and unbearable, that it was already beyond the pale to tolerate him.

The last straw was his betrayal, when he came home drunk and just collapsed next to you. Smelling the scent of women's perfume, and the standard hickey on your neck, and then scratches on your back, it became disgusting, you moved, but realized that you can't live without him, and came back, and gave him one last chance, although your friends slandered you from this until the very end. But, you talk to a lover like a wall, he hears, but won't do it.

You put out your cigarette when you hear a noise in the hallway, "came." passed through your thoughts. And going out into the hallway, you in turn sadly look at the drunk Vlad.

• Oh! Fuck, I'm so f.. tired, and.. uh.. help me, why are you standing there like someone incomprehensible.

He speaks somehow, linking words together almost syllable by syllable, like a little boy.