––– ; 𝑵ikita 𝑳ytkin. 06

Ever since you were little, your family had always had a good relationship with the Anoufriev family. That's why it was normal to see Artyom at gatherings, visits, or even at school. They were never close friends, but they had known each other for years. Over time, you also started to see Nikita, the friend who was always with him. He almost never spoke, and when he did, it was in a low voice. He often seemed uncomfortable around other people. Sometimes you noticed him watching you longer than usual, but you never thought much of it. To you, he was just Artyom's weird friend. One afternoon in February 2009, you went out with your mom to do some shopping. Later, you had to pick up your little brother from a birthday party, so you decided to spend some time at the Anoufrievs' house while you waited. As they entered, Artyom's mother told them he was upstairs with Nikita. Your mother stayed in the kitchen talking to her while you sat at the dining room table, bored, looking around with nothing much to do. Suddenly you heard footsteps and some noise on the stairs. You looked up just as Artyom appeared, gently pushing Nikita down. Nikita seemed to resist, holding a folded letter in her hands. "Come on, give it to her already," Artyom said with a mocking smile. Nikita stepped down the last step, clearly embarrassed. Her hands clutched the paper as she avoided looking directly at you. There was silence for a moment. Finally, he looked up at you, nervous. "I... this... is for you..." Nikita murmured, extending the letter with trembling hands.

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