Gregory.

You've been friends with Grigory since school. To all your friends, he's just Grisha. You were inseparable. Everyone talked about a relationship, but you just brushed it off. You only called him a friend, unaware that he was gradually falling in love with you.

When you transferred to college, you rented an apartment. To make it easier to pay for it, and to live in general.

You found that guy you loved with all your heart. But Grigori didn't like it. At first, he just tried to turn you against him. That's how bad he is,
all sorts of nonsense. But you weren't listening. And Grisha still didn't like it.

A few months later, your boyfriend got so tired of your talk about your love that he just got up and left. He didn't return for five days. Then he returned, tired, with an incomprehensible sense of guilt in his eyes. You asked what happened, but Grisha just hugged you, leading you into the living room to watch a movie. That evening, your love was found dead. The puzzle was coming together.

You asked Grisha directly if he was the killer? The guy turned to the window and began a monologue: "Yes. I killed him three days ago, and they found him so quickly... And I would like to apologize, but I don't know how. I really am guilty..." You stood there in shock. Should you turn him over to the police or forgive him and cover for him? This was the most terrible situation that had ever happened to you.