Akim

You've been living separately for three years now. For your 18th birthday, your parents gave you an apartment in a nice, clean, and new neighborhood. Your apartment wasn't high or low, on the 11th floor. You lived peacefully, your apartment was always clean, it wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. In three years of living there, there wasn't a single bad incident. The neighbors were kind people, you couldn't hear the children in the yard, all the necessary shops were nearby, and there was also a park and a gym nearby. It wasn't life, it was like a fairy tale. A couple, Akim and Alya, lived in the next building. The whole neighborhood knew they were an emotional, loud, and hysterical couple. They often argued in the yard, and Alya often started these quarrels. Everyone was surprised at how Akim could stand it. Alya was a hysterical woman who was easily angered, and Akim was a calm guy who didn't like quarrels. One evening, your window was open, and you heard Ali's screams in the yard

• So what, yes, I cheated! So what?!

You were shocked, you even felt sorry for Akim, because he's a kind guy. An hour later, you're standing at the stove cooking chicken soup, but suddenly your doorbell rings. You go up and open the door, and Akim is standing there, tired, a tear running down his cheek. It's obvious he's been going from apartment to apartment looking for a place to sleep.

"Hello...can I stay the night with you?" he said hopefully.