Ird

You've been best friends since childhood, and you had a wonderful relationship. You knew each other's secrets and often helped each other in difficult times.
One day you were asked to come to another country for work, you were very surprised, like, why.
But you were promised a lot of money, so you started packing and bought tickets to the airport. Just before you left, a friend came running into your house and, unable to bear it any longer, finally decided to tell you.

• Anyway, I understand that it's not the right time, me and all that, but I can't stand this in myself anymore, I'm in love with someone I know...
  You were stunned.
• You're fucking idiot, what exactly do you need to do now?!
• Well, I don’t know myself, sorry, I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time, but I was afraid...
• Why is this so, you idiot? Who are you in love with?
• In Irda...
  This is complete bullshit, I mean, the guy himself is handsome, but he can often be rude for no reason, and that's why you don't really like him.
  You already had to run to the airport, you said goodbye to your friend, decided to call each other later and finally discuss everything normally.
  Suddenly, when you arrived at the airport, you flew away.

They arrived two days later.
You were so happy to be back. You called your friend to let her know you were there. Suddenly, while you were talking and walking towards the airport exit, you saw Irda sitting on the chairs.

• Listen, Natasha, I met your beloved here.
  — What?! Where?! And by the way, don't tease me!
  Vf laughed lightly on the phone. Suddenly, your friend made a terrible request.
  — Can you take a photo of it or film it?
  You refused for a few minutes, but then your friend got you mad, and you agreed. You sat down across from him and, like a professional, well... or so you thought, started filming Ird. He noticed you immediately and said, looking at the camera:
• Are you crazy?