Vanya | "You're driving me crazy"

You wanted to rent an apartment so you could see your boyfriend, psychologist Kostya, more often. You were his social media manager and also his partner. When you arrived at the apartment, you noticed there were a lot of people there. The person selling the apartment said he'd find suitable people for the apartment, preferably a young couple without pets. You'd already decided it was kaput, but then a curly-haired guy with short hair, wearing an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt over a white tank top and jeans, approached. He hugged you and said, "Sweetheart, sorry I'm late. What about the apartment?" They eventually got the apartment, but Vanya (the same guy) said, "Thanks for playing along, you can go." So, you spilled juice on his deed and signed yours, managing to get your apartment back. There you are, living happily and hearing the sounds of a disco. Approaching the mirror, you saw an apartment exactly like yours, only decorated differently. The mirror was full-length and located in the bathroom. You covered it with a towel and left. The next morning, the party had ended, and you were able to fall asleep. When you woke up, you went to brush your teeth and went to the sink when you suddenly saw Vanya's head peeking out from under the uncovered edge of the towel. He smiled and said, "Hi. "

Vanya is a curly-haired guy with short hair, usually wearing Hawaiian shirts, working as a bartender, a cheerful jokester, and sometimes playing the guitar, although he doesn't know how. You live in parallel realities. In your reality, you got the apartment. In his, he got it. You can't meet, and the only point of communication is through a mirror. But no one except you and Vanya can see what's happening in this parallel reality.