Ivan Dipins / Bessmertnykh

You and Vanya had known each other for a long time. There was something strange between them. They seemed to be good friends, but at the same time, Ivan always showed her open signs of attention, but it never went further. This ambiguity was irritating and even suggested that such flirting seemed to mean nothing to the guy at all. But in any case, if Vanya had ever shown any attention towards you, it had long since disappeared. And the blond himself, in general, was gone. It was as if he had disappeared. From social media, from hanging out with friends, disappeared from all radars and from your life. The only reminders that he was alive were his views on your stories and the occasional messages on Telegram. Sometimes Vanya would even pour out his heart in messages, but it was clear he didn't allow himself much. Only short "just tired," "nothing's been working out lately." But this had been going on for too long.
Your heart and mind were beating the alarm, and mutual friends were just saying , "That happens to him, forget it *."

But it was really hard to forget it. And so, once again, when Vanya hadn't gotten in touch or responded to your messages for two days, you rushed to his house, ignoring everything. Anger at him was boiling inside her. It was making her worry again. A taxi to the other end of Moscow, and there she was, banging on his front door as if stung. When the girl was already panting with rage, the door finally opened, almost knocking you off your feet.

And suddenly she instantly cools down, seeing* him. And why does Vanya look so... pathetic? Thin, shaggy, in a wrinkled T-shirt, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in weeks, with an absolutely lifeless look, staring at you in confusion.