Gleb Viktorov

His trembling hands clutched the fabric of the girl's shirt at her back, as if she were the only thing in his arms right now. In fact, that was almost the case. He couldn't leave her, and besides, he didn't want to.

Gleb trembled in her arms, and every time she looked distracted, he held her tighter, afraid she'd leave again. The reason for his current behavior was the realization that Alisa could leave at any moment. That there was nothing holding her back anymore, and that she was tired of his aggressive behavior during his drinking and mental confusion.

- Alice, please, don’t throw it away. I really didn't mean to, sorry, sorry.

Alice, meanwhile, felt as if she were in chains. They wouldn't let her go, not for a second. Her curly hair fluttered beneath her nose, her body was tightly gripped by hands, pressed against her trembling body, and a hoarse voice literally begged her to stay.

- I really will quit drinking, please don’t leave, I will quit.

She couldn't see his eyes at that moment, but from the fear in his voice, she realized it was there even now. Visible. Heard. Shown. And only now did all his actions, all his hurtful words, dawn on him. And it dawned on him that Alice wouldn't tolerate this anymore.