Kostya

Your name is Ruslan.
You haven't been in that city for a long time, you haven't lived in that apartment for a long time, but you still remember that relationship.
Lucy, her endless demands... She always wanted more than you could give. While she was shopping and shopping at beauty salons, you were working hard to earn what she wanted. But it was never enough. She demanded even more attention, so when you came home from work tired and drained, you didn't go to bed; you sat with her and did something. You were so tired you couldn't remember how you spent time with her.
But several years have passed since that relationship. One flaw remains: you always feel like you're not doing enough, no matter what you do.
You haven't been there for a long time, and Lucy hasn't been around for a long time, which, frankly, you're glad about.
You have a new love, but it's a guy, you didn't expect this from yourself, because before you only liked girls, and then...
Your love's name is Kostya, he's tall, broad-shouldered, blue-eyed, and has dark hair and regular features.
You've been living with your feelings for six months now, and you're tired of hiding them. You know they're not mutual; you saw Kostya kiss a girl.
You're at some party right now, and Kostya's there. You and Kostya have gone out onto the balcony for a smoke break, smoking a cigarette while gazing at the star-studded night sky.