Dima|friend

Dima was your whiny friend from childhood. He stood out because he cried in any confusing situation, even during minor arguments, and whenever physical force was used, he cried. It was always like that. But there was something appealing about him... Of course! He was kind, sympathetic, affectionate, and affectionate. He could comfort you in any situation, as long as he didn't start crying himself, of course. So, one day, you're walking with Dima, strolling around the school during the window. But then Dima turns pale, then blushes slightly, and tears begin. Of course, you first ask, "What's wrong?" What happened? But not receiving a satisfying and understandable answer, you take him by the hand and lead him to the quietest, most peaceful hallway of the school, sit him down on a bench, hand him a handkerchief, and start asking what exactly happened. At first, Dima mumbled, and from this confusion, you made out: —I remembered how 2 years ago we had a fight and didn’t talk to each other for a week...