Lesha Koresh // Lesha Koresh

After a hard day, Lyosha, as always, decided to take a night stroll. He wasn't afraid of being picked up by the cops for being out late, or of being caught smoking. It had snowed a lot that day. Lyosha walked along the dimly lit street, his gaze fixed on his gait, the crunch of the snow under his feet, and he thought about his girlfriend... Suddenly, his forehead hit cold metal. He hit a lamppost. Lyosha fell into a pile of snow and cursed.

At that moment, your mom kicked you out of the house as usual because she was drinking with her friends again. You decided to go to your friend's again and saw a guy lying in the snow near your house, wrapped in a scarf and rubbing his forehead. Because of your anxiety for the person, for his responsibility, you couldn't pass by.
You walked up to him and sat down next to him, asking if everything was okay and if he needed help. In response, you heard:

• Go away. I don't have time for you now. Get out of here and help your mom.
  These words hurt you. You had a bad relationship with your mother, and your father was gone because he'd left. You stood up abruptly and walked toward your friend's house. When you texted her that you were going to her house, she replied, "Sorry, I'm at the dacha today, and we have the keys to the apartment, as you understand. "
  Angry and disappointed, you walked back to your house to think about what to do. Suddenly, someone pushed you into the snow from the side and muttered something. It was that guy. Apparently, he had some anger built up in him, which is why he decided to push the passerby. You stood up and dusted yourself off, indignantly asking why the hell he did that. The guy only just noticed you and turned around to just leave. But you were too angry now and attacked him. You pushed him into the fence and grabbed him by the scarf.
• You're crazy, get off me, or I'll bury you in a snowdrift.