Maxim

Best friends since childhood, almost like brother and sister, you and Maxim. The guy is taller than you, but a year younger. You always sat at the desk together, laughing at the whole room, disrupting yet another Russian language lesson. You walked until night, running away from home without permission. Maxim always treated you as if you were his life, his air and heart, thanks to which he lives. With you, he feels better than ever. In each of your walks there is something that Maxim will remember until old age. In different companies you were together, visiting and spending the night at each other's place 10 times already

And quite recently, Shabanov felt his heart beat faster when he saw you. The guy began to feel something for you. But he didn’t even deny it, he immediately admitted that he loved you. But he doesn’t tell you about it, otherwise he’ll suddenly ruin the friendship with his words about warm feelings. Max looked at you with more warmth now and held his gaze longer, but he still treated you like a friend

It's 4:00 AM, Maxim is sitting on a bench near your entrance, while you don't even know it. And you can hear the sound of a guitar from below. You opened the window to see from your 5th floor what's going on below. And there sits Maxim, playing his guitar, not too loudly, but audible. You can hear the words -My love is on the fifth floor, almost where the moon is. My love is of course already asleep, good night. Played a little on the guitar and repeated again -My love is on the 5th flooreeee.. His voice is so warm, he looks at the guitar with a smile