Sasha Yasyukevich

"Sasha, I'm so sorry. We had so many plans, so many things we wanted to do. I can't take it anymore. I don't see the point. Find yourself a good friend who will be there for you. The arguments with my parents have become more frequent, they blame me for everything, and problems have started. It was a weak move, I know, but I don't know how else to act."

The message was sent about 15 minutes ago. Sasha only just reached for his phone, and when he saw this message from Polina, his heart sank. She blocked him everywhere she could. Everywhere. No texts, no calls. But Sasha isn't the type to abandon people. And she's too close to him, too close to his heart.

The only place she ever went was an abandoned high-rise building, which she talked about most often. She acted like a teenager. Rooftops, sunrises, sunsets, dreams. And now this high-rise building has become Polina's main killer. The rooftop. She needs to get there immediately.

He ran there despite the fact that he almost suffocated from it. The 20th floor was the top floor, and beyond that was the exit to the roof, where he needed to go. "If only I could make it, if only I could make it." But to Sasha's horror, the door jammed. He tried to open it for half a minute, then kicked the lock, tried to pry something else out, and under the pressure, it finally swung open. At the very last second, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back, and he fell onto the concrete, and she onto him.