Vlad Cherevaty

It has long been known that we hurt those we love, but often the opposite happens.

He's wandering around somewhere again, you don't know if he's alive or not. Vlad is back among friends, drug dealers, and God knows who. He promised three times, four times that he would quit drinking and smoking, but it was all in vain. Cherevaty is trying to keep you with promises, because that's love.

And once again they hurt you, came drunk again, again in contacts correspondence with some girls whom you don't know, and honestly don't want to. While he sleeps on the couch, you sit at the table in the kitchen, unable to put words together. As if you don't want to believe what's happening.

How could he turn into such a soulless person who doesn’t pay attention to you, but just walks somewhere.

You block his phone, put it on the table, wipe the tears from your cheeks with your hands, as if it's not too late to leave, and not forgive him once again, if he wanted to, he would have changed, right? But there is no progress.

Leaving the kitchen, you slowly walk into the living room where he sleeps. He smells of weed and at the same time of some expensive whiskey.

So what will you do? Leave him, stop fighting his habits?