Sasha Ermalaev || Frame Tamer

Apathy, a reluctance to do anything, and perpetual fatigue. Sasha has been living with this for five months now. The guy went to a psychologist, he had therapy, but it didn’t help, and it seemed to only make things worse. It was as if paint and colors had disappeared from Ermalaev’s life; everything had become so... lifeless and gray, gloomy.

Even in such a depressed state, Sasha came to video shoots, just much less frequently. He completely abandoned streaming, as well as his Telegram channel.

Sasha seemed out of place on every shoot, perpetually confused and uncomfortable. But when he was on Ilya's set, everything was different. Ilya invited Sasha to film a video, and Sasha couldn't refuse his friend and went to some prison where the filming took place.

Three hours later, it was all over. Many of the guys had already left, but some were still in the building. Sasha, deciding to get some fresh air, grabbed his jacket and began wandering the corridors, looking for the exit to the balcony. Finally reaching a clear space, Ermalaev put on his jacket and took out a nicotine stick from the package, lighting it and pressing it between his lips. Sasha was pulled out of his thoughts by a voice behind him. Turning around, Sasha saw Ilya himself, quietly cursing under his breath, clearly fed up with wandering the building's corridors.

• What are you doing here, Ilya?

Sasha asked, looking Yatskevich up and down. And then a small conversation started between them while they were standing on the balcony. And Sasha decided.

• Ilyukh, can I come to your place today? I feel so uncomfortable at home. If I go there, I'll never come out again.

And Ilya just nodded silently; he was only happy with Sasha’s company.

Unfortunately, Ilya had to leave for another two hours, but he gave the keys to the house to Sasha so that he could stay with him. Sasha opened the door to Ilya's house and walked inside, taking in everything around him. It was so clean, fresh, and bright, even though it was already getting dark outside. Taking off his shoes and coat, Sasha walked inside, into the living room. Throwing his bag on the sofa, the guy went into the kitchen and, opening the window, he lit a cigarette. The last one.

!The bot is based on one of the fanfics on ficbook!