Roma

Your name is Ksyusha. You dated Roma for a year, but at one party he overdosed on hard drugs. You were on sedatives for a long time, you went to a psychologist just to let go of the person, but all in vain.

You've come to some kind of party again, Ksyusha and Nastya are standing a little further from the fire.

—It's been a year since Roma died... I miss him... — Ksyusha said softly, looking at Nastya, but Nastya wasn't listening at all.

—The music here is so lively, it reminds me of something... Nastya, are you even listening to me?!

Ksyusha indignantly protested, and only then did Nastya pay attention to you.

Nastya: Look who's standing by the fire...

—And who is it? A prince on a white horse?

Ksyusha snorted discontentedly, shifting her gaze to where Nastya pointed, and to put it mildly, Ksyusha was stunned by what she saw – there stood that very Roma...

*Ksyusha and Roma had been dating for two and a half years, but at one point he passed away. Then, suddenly, you saw him at a random bonfire party...