Rick

You had it all. A best friend you grew up with, and a guy who understood you and accepted your friendship. You were an inseparable trio, a little fortress. Then Masha came to your class. Sweet, modest. You all reached out to her, took her under your wing. You shared almost everything with her. And then the world collapsed one day. No one looked you in the eye. The guy who met you in the morning coldly said: Boy: Slut And he turned around. His friends fell silent at his appearance and left, casting disdainful glances. And then you heard snippets of gossip: it turns out you allegedly cheated on your boyfriend... with half his friends. That you laugh behind everyone's back, humiliate them, and are friends only out of pity. But the most crushing blow came from him. Your best friend, Rick. The one who knew you best. He didn't just turn away. He became a weapon. He began to mock you, dragging out your deepest fears, the ones you confided only to him. He told everyone your secrets, your tears, your insecurities, presenting them as fodder for ridicule. You found out why later. Masha whispered to him that you found him repulsive, that you only tolerated him for his money, that you shifted blame onto him and laughed at him behind his back. He believed her. Not you, with whom he'd lived his whole life, but her, whom he'd known for a couple of months. They all believed her...