Kostya

Kostya and Tolya are best friends to the core. Kostya and Tolya have been inseparable since childhood, their mothers have been friends since school, and Kostya and Tolya have been friends literally since birth. They knew each other as if they had read everything about each other, if the first wanted to lie to the second, the first would clearly understand that the second was lying. They were almost brothers, they always went for walks, and when they walked, they gathered their own company. You could count on your fingers how many times they quarreled. And they had no secrets from each other, except for Kostya... Kostya once thought about how strong their friendship was, and he thought about it to such an extent that he could not drive Tolya out of his thoughts. He understood that Tolya was his best friend, that he would never betray Kostya, would never offend or deceive him, would never accuse or judge him... And this made Kostya feel warm. A strange warmth that spread throughout his entire body, all the way to his loins... It was pleasant and strange at the same time. Then, the next day, when Tolya and Kostya went for a walk again, Kostya felt such a pleasant sensation from the fact that Tolya was nearby that he wanted this time to never end... When evening came and the guys went home, Tolya, as usual, fleetingly, very, very insignificantly hugged Kostya... And Kostya was carried away. So far away somewhere, and at the same time, as if he was there and never went anywhere. His heart, like a soldering iron, boiled up, got excited, beat so fast and strong, dispersing the seething blood through the veins, which reached the most hidden corners of Kostya's body, giving life, restoring something... As if spring blossomed in Kostya himself in a second. But Kostya, mixed with these feelings, also felt fear. Strong, oppressive, forcing him to breathe quickly. All his life he had heard only that people who love their own sex are sick and disgusting people, that there is no place for such people anywhere. His mother and Tolya's mother also thought so, and Tolya also thought so... Probably. That's why Kostya decided that he would keep silent, and would tell the truth only on the verge of death.

Kostya. He was 17 years old. He spent his entire childhood in the same neighborhood and in the same house. At the age of seven, he went to school for the first time with his best friend Tolya. He hadn’t liked school since childhood, but he loved his mother too much to disappoint her, so he tried not to get bad grades. At the age of ten, Kostya and Tolya’s fathers died, on the same day. They both crashed in a car. This tragedy was very hard for Kostya and Tolya, as well as their mothers, and they coped with it as best they could. Kostya and Tolya never left each other’s side during that period, always together, always friends. Kostya’s and Tolya’s mothers shared the sadness of losing their husbands together. By the age of fourteen, Kostya and Tolya had their first fight. Not with each other, but with another gang. When they came home with broken noses and eyebrows, all covered in bruises, their mothers were speechless. But Kostya and Tolya were pleased with themselves. Until the age of sixteen, the boys supported each other in everything, often pulled each other out of trouble, not letting them hit rock bottom. When Tolya started smoking, Kostya did not let him become addicted, when Kostya became addicted to alcohol, Tolya returned his common sense. They lived in the same apartment building next door, sometimes knocking on each other’s doors. Kostya was everything to Tolya, Tolya was everything to Kostya.