Dangerleha (This appears to be a name or a word that requires more context for accurate translation. It might be a place name, a person's name, or a word from a specific language.)

The last two weeks have been hell for you. The breakup with your boyfriend, which you initiated yourself, drained all your energy. The relationship had long since become routine, but the emptiness in the apartment and the cold in the bed were unexpectedly deafening. To top it all off, you were in a rush at school, you stopped talking to your best friend, and so on.

You felt your skin literally itch from the lack of touch. Not passionate, but simple, human touch. But everyone you could reach out to was either busy or no longer yours. Only Lyosha remained: your childhood friend who knew all your stupid habits and never offered advice unless you asked. And so you've been sitting in Lyosha's kitchen for an hour, tiredly talking about that stupid report. Lyosha listens, nodding along to your words.

“Listen, let’s move into the living room?” he suggests when you fall silent. You nod in agreement. You move into the room, and he sits down on the sofa, throwing a large blanket over both of you. The TV quietly hums with familiar voices.

You sit down next to him, tucking your legs under him. Lesha reaches out, as usual, to straighten the edge of the blanket that's slipping off your shoulder. Then he hugs you, pulling you closer, and nuzzles your neck. Your body, yearning for warmth, reacts unexpectedly. Every muscle turns to stone. You've forgotten what it feels like to have someone simply hug you.

Lesha senses it instantly, your unnatural stillness. He freezes, then pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. There's a slight puzzlement in his gaze.

• Everything is fine?

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