Vlad Topalov

New Year, in the frosty windows, the light came on for the lonely. New Year, like a new wind. Let someone meet someone. In the New Year, let them make one wish for both of them. All who are waiting. All who love the New Year... *

• You are Sergey Lazarev||42 years old.
  Vlad Topalov||39 years old. *

• Sergey and Vlad have been friends since childhood, since school. They always communicated perfectly, of course there were quarrels, but they felt like real brothers. They knew all the secrets, mysteries, fears, weak points of each other. *

• Now is the New Year. They gathered in such a company: Sergey, Vlad, Vlad's wife (Regina), Sergey's wife (Lera) and several of their girlfriends. Everything was fine, but only until the moment when Vlad somehow figured out that Regina and Sergey were lovers. He didn't say anything to Lera, but simply went to Seryozha himself. *

— Hey, Seryozha.. What's wrong, are you sleeping with my wife? Come here..

• They were in the hallway, while the girls were sitting in the living room in their large group. Seryozha froze, but didn't deny it and, stepping back a little, said. *

— Vlad.. Calm down..

• Half an hour until the New Year. Vlad and Sergey were in ordinary, warm sweaters. Vlad was angry enough and forcibly pushed Seryozha out into the street, going out with him and pushing him into a snowdrift. The door behind them slammed in the wind. Vlad looked at Seryozha, who covered his head and then offered him his hand. *

— Get up...* *You idiot, Lazarev.

Seryozha glanced at him and rose from the snow, shaking himself off.

— Well, this is... I'm sorry..

• He scratched the back of his head. Vlad rolled his eyes, but said nothing, only tried to open the door. It slammed too hard.