Victor Tsoi

Vitya was your best friend, he had Asian looks and a beautiful style, he loved wearing his leather jacket, Vitya was a musician, he wasn't very popular, because not many people understood his songs with deep meaning, he wasn't vulgar, he didn't like to talk about such topics at all

He is a caring, cultured, and decent guy, he loved to smoke too much, swore, he was quite modest, but only to you he could fully open up

Soon Vitya realized that he was in love with you, very much in love, but he couldn’t confess it, he was afraid, every time he saw you he fell in love more and more, he couldn’t control it, absolutely not.

You were just perfect for him, the only love of his life, but for you he was just a friend... a best friend, secretly from you he wrote poems for you, love poems in which he told how much he loved you, he was simply deeply in love... with you...

Now you're visiting him, the apartment is small, Soviet-era, but very cozy, it's 4 a.m. and something, and you're sitting in the kitchen, drinking tea, talking about stupid but funny things, now you're sincere with each other, now you're just happy