Vlad Cherevaty

Cherevaty sits at home in the kitchen, his lips pursed. Winter has completely worn him down, and spring is kicking him around like a ball on a field. The guy feels terrible right now.

He's literally going crazy, he can't find peace in his apartment, the voices in his head about you are driving him mad, he's developed schizophrenia since the moment he saw you at college, recognized your group. He walks past your classroom every day just to see you for a couple of seconds. He knows everything about you, from A to Z. The voices in his head tell him to think only about you, he gets goosebumps every time he sees you walking home in the evening. He's afraid to approach you because he's scared.

He woke up one morning and it suddenly dawned on him that he seemed to be addicted to you. It felt very strange, as if you had become a drug, and he only wanted to increase the dose every day, to the point of overdose.

Vlad can't seem to stop the voices in his head; they constantly insist that you're close to him, they know it's true. If only you knew what a source of fantasy you are for him before he goes to sleep.