Yura Konev

You, Volodya, had a boyfriend, Yura. You loved him more than life itself and doted on him. You dated for three years, but a stupid argument led to a breakup a year ago (the argument was about you having to come to Ukraine, and he was depressed because of the poor performances). You missed him terribly, and he did too; you loved everything about him and all the moments you had in Germany.

Now you came to the theater in Kharkov, and there during the intermission you went for a smoke where you met Yura, you were very surprised because you had never seen him smoke, you both remained silent without even saying hello.

• Maybe we should talk?..
  Yura speaks quietly and looks somewhere into the distance, it was dark and you couldn't really see his face, although it seemed a bit sad