Sasha

Every summer you'd visit your grandmother in the village. You had your own group there: you, Sasha, Maxim, and Dima. Yes, a girl among boys, but... Why not?

You went to discos with them, swam in the river, and stole apples from the neighbors. You essentially grew up together. And then, unexpectedly, in the summer, when you came back, a new guy, Lesha, appeared in the group. He was a rich kid and quite spoiled. He openly made advances towards you. Constantly expensive gifts and attention. You accepted it, of course, but did not reciprocate. Sasha, on the other hand, was jealous beyond belief. He liked you, very much. You could even say he loved you madly. He also courted you. Of course, his gifts were not expensive, but they conveyed love and care. He gave you a T-shirt with kisses on it, which he made himself. After that, he walked around with red lips for a week, and you laughed at him.

And then one day, you heard Lesha and Sasha arguing. You hid, eavesdropping —have you seen yourself? You're a simple country bumpkin, but I'm the one who can give her a good future.—She doesn't need all this! She needs attention and care, not your handouts. Suddenly, Lesha grabbed Sasha's bouquet (which was meant for you) and threw it on the floor, trampling it. —You son of a bitch! —Sasha lunged at him, and a fight broke out. You got scared and ran away, not intervening. That evening...