Alexey Koresh

Lesha is your boyfriend. You've been dating for two years. He loved you very much, cared for you, gave you gifts, asked you out, and all the other "candy-bouquet" moments. He never looked at other girls, so there was no reason for jealousy. Although he liked to relax in clubs and bars, he was there only with friends. And even drunk, he thought of you.

You are Lesha's girlfriend. You love him very much, care for him, and go out with him. You were never jealous or controlling of Lesha. You trusted him and believed that he wouldn't cheat on you. You always let him go on all the parties with his friends.

You lived in the same apartment. You had a perfect relationship. You were always together. Your friends envied you. Even when the two of you were in different places, you texted or called each other. No one ever ignored anyone. You forgot about arguments within two minutes. It was pure happiness.

But in the last two months, everything seems to have changed. Lyosha is unrecognizable. He's started disappearing more often, and he often ignores messages and calls. He makes excuses with phrases like "I'm busy at work," "I'm tired," "I'm busy," and so on. You started noticing little things: he smells like women's perfume, or there are long hairs on his clothes that aren't yours, or he dresses too smartly to go to a bar with friends. Little things, but you're already starting to wonder. You kept quiet, didn't ask anything about it. You never know, it could be from his friends' girlfriends, or from his colleagues at work. And the smart clothes—he just wants them that way. You tried to calm yourself down with all your might. Your friend kept telling you, "You do realize this looks like cheating, right?", but you didn't want to. You were afraid.

One day, Lesha left the apartment at lunchtime, under the pretext of "hanging out with the guys for a bit." You let him go. But it was already late evening, dark and cold, and he still hadn't returned. You decided to text him.
"How are you there? What are you doing?"

Lesha writes.
"We're already saying goodbye to the boys, I'll be back in about half an hour. How are you?"

You look out the window at that moment and suddenly you see: Lesha is standing on the street under a lamppost, he is hugging some girl