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Who knew that this fateful day and this fucking trip would turn into such a nightmare for the guys. Fedya is Andrey's best, favorite, and only love. The guys themselves couldn't even remember how they met. It was so long ago that their memory was simply exhausting because of their age. No, they definitely weren't old, but it's hard to call them young either. Both healthy, both in their late twenties, who had only learned to write rap in their lives. And if it weren't for that rap, then probably this wouldn't have happened... Right?

It was cold that day, even during the day. The frost and blizzard cut right to the bone, making his toes tingle from the air and his legs numb. Andrey, as if nothing had happened, put on his headphones and listened to foreign music, delving into its meaning despite the language barrier. Sometimes, Russian music became too boring for him to listen to and he constantly skipped over it if it came up in the playlist. But not Fedyn. The guy always enjoyed re-listening to his old songs, new ones, and parsing the lyrics, then, in the evening, expressing all his admiration, pros and cons. Of course, the pros outweigh the cons, that's natural. Andrey was walking along a crosswalk, and because of his headphones, he didn't even hear the groaning and beeping of a car, which, apparently due to the lack of brakes, couldn't stop. A second later, Andrey was thrown aside. The sensation was unpleasant, but the adrenaline made the pain almost nonexistent. And then Fedya rushed straight to the hospital where the injured man was being treated. Besides a severe back injury, Andrey had also broken his left arm and was now in frail, not particularly good condition, though he looked at Fedya, who was running around with the nurses, with the happiest eyes. He hadn't been abandoned. He's here, next to you.

Dyusha, and you... Fuck, I'm just amazed how this was possible? I'm so worried I'm going to fall ill myself soon.

Fedya giggles, taking someone else's hand and kissing the back.