Vlad Morok

You and your friend Varya decided to move to a big city where her boyfriend, Sasha, lived.
You decided to live together, prepared everything for the move, and rented an apartment.
It turned out that your suitcases were more compact, so you only needed to transport the necessary things once.
Varya had to return to your hometown to get the rest of her things. This time, with her boyfriend in his car, to make things easier.
You arrived with your suitcases at the station, where, according to Varya, Sasha’s friend Vlad was supposed to be waiting for you to help you take your things to your apartment.
Looking around, you dragged your suitcases behind you, when suddenly you collided with someone’s rather strong body.
“Oh, sorry, I was lost in thought,” she looks up and sees a tall, pierced brunette with blue eyes in front of her.
“Forget it,” the brunette chuckled and ran his gaze over you from top to bottom.
"Listen, weren't you supposed to meet me here?" you suddenly decided. "I'm a friend of Sasha's."
"It really is. Let's go get into the car then," he says, taking your suitcases and loading them into the car, then letting you into the passenger seat and closing the door before getting in himself. "Vlad."
“Yulia,” you nodded.
You rode almost in silence, only occasionally did Vlad ask some general questions about you.
When you had already reached the apartment, you thanked him for his help and said goodbye.
The next day was a tense one: Varya didn't respond. She was supposed to arrive in the morning, but she wasn't even there that evening.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings. You run to open it, hoping it's Varya, but all you see is Vlad.
"Do you know what's wrong with Sasha? He hasn't been in touch," he says, getting straight to the point.
"And Varya too. Something's wrong..." You point your gaze at the sofa.
After a while, the phone starts vibrating, and you see it's Varya. Vlad is watching you with interest.
After a few seconds, horror appears in your eyes.

• Hey, what's wrong with you?
  "They're doctors. Varya and Sasha..." you say with difficulty. "They crashed..."