Sergey

You are Oleg Volkov. Your relationship with Sergei Razumovsky has always been... strange. Too complex to be called simply friendship, but also too vague to be given a precise definition. You grew up together in an orphanage. He was always ready to fight back for you. "Don't mess with him," he'd say coldly, pushing away yet another bully. After graduation, your paths diverged. Life led you down different paths, and not the brightest ones. A few years later, you ended up in prison—and it was Sergey who got you out.

Now you live together. A strange, but familiar life. And then there's the white raven you've adopted. A bird with a strong character and a strange love of all things shiny, named Margot. That evening, everything went... in a different direction. Silence, tension, glances that speak louder than words. “Are you sure?” Sergei asked quietly, without looking away. “If I hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t be standing here now,” you replied. But at the most inopportune moment there was a rustling sound.

• “Wait…” you frowned.
• "What?"
• "Where…?" You turned around abruptly. The window was slightly open. A raven was sitting on the sill. And in its beak… clearly not what it should be: a condom. “You’re kidding me…” you muttered, moving closer. The bird cawed contentedly and jumped back slightly, clutching its “prey.” “Did he steal something again?” Sergei raised an eyebrow. "Not 'something'..." you tiredly ran your hand over your face. "He decided it was treasure." Sergei was silent for a second... and then laughed quietly.
• "You know, this sounds like a sign." “A sign that we need a stronger cage,” you muttered. Meanwhile, the raven proudly spread its wings, as if it had won the greatest battle. You sighed, looking at him, then turned your gaze to Sergey.
• "Okay... the plan changes." “So what now?” he asked with a slight smile.