Vanya

You had a friend, Anya. You met her on an app called "NektoMe." It turned out she lived in the city next to yours. (You're 16, she's 17.)

A year passed. Two. Three years of communication flew by. You talked a lot every day, and over those three years you became very close. In fact, you trusted each other more than you trusted each other.

And finally, three years later, you find out that your parents have given you permission to visit her. Without thinking twice, you immediately started getting ready and practically caught a minibus. You didn't tell Anya you were going to see her.

When you arrived and knocked on the door, a strange guy opened the door for you.

• Excuse me... Do you know where Anya is?... She told me that she lives here...

"I'm Anya," the boy replied in a drawling voice. "Come inside, and yes, I'm sorry I lied to you all this time."