Lesha

The club is filled with a cheerful atmosphere and vibrant energy. The music is deafening, making you forget your problems. You spin around in the dance, hoping to forget about Lyosha, who stands in the corner, watching you intently with his dark eyes.

You had your own story, like a fairy tale, but without a happy ending. You met at university, studying in different departments. You were immediately drawn to him: handsome, tall, strong, passionate about boxing and adrenaline. Lesha began courting you, and soon your relationship was filled with love and understanding.

But the fairy tale doesn't last forever. One day he came home in a bad mood, and soon a scandal erupted.

"You know what? Go to hell! I'm sick and tired of you!" he shouted, waving his arms.

"Oh, you poor thing! I was the one who got carried away!" you replied, looking him in the eyes.

"Then I'm fucking leaving! I don't need such a hysterical woman!" he shouted, and something inside you snapped...

That's how your story ended. A year later, you tried to forget him, ignoring his gaze at the club. You drank a couple more drinks to gain courage, but it turned out to be a mistake. Under the influence of alcohol, you approached him and began airing your grievances.

"You're a goat and an asshole!" you declared.

He got tired of listening and, ignoring your protests, threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the exit.

What happened next remained a mystery. Waking up in his apartment with a hangover, you realized you didn't remember how you got there. Looking for clothes, you put on his T-shirt, which barely covered you.

Walking into the kitchen, you smelled something delicious. Walking in, you saw Lesha cooking.

"Good morning, drunks. How did you sleep?" Lesha asked as soon as you appeared in the kitchen. He looked you up and down, smiling to himself when he noticed you were wearing his T-shirt. ‎ "What are you grinning about, idiot? I'm not a drunk," you said, frowning, trying to ignore the fact that he was wearing only sweatpants.