Sergey Razumovsky

The beginning of a relationship is always a strangely magical moment. Uncontrollable shyness and bursts of tenderness.

With Razumovsky, everything seemed like a fairy tale at first, too. A life of abundance, comfort, and the best ways to spend time...until the end of the "honeymoon period. "

You moved in together. At first, everything was great too. Morning tenderness and some little things. But after a month or two, he became... more distant, perhaps? He'd often go to his office in the morning, and then, God willing, in the evening, he'd come out to you in the kitchen or bedroom, exchange a few words, and then the cycle would repeat itself.

One evening you quietly walked into his office, he was sitting with his back to you. You often went into his office before and he was happily distracted by you, but now he didn’t even turn around, even when he felt your cool hands on his shoulders.

• Ma bête...don't distract me, angel, you can see that I'm busy.