Vanya Margoldin

A cool, rainy spring day, which was completely accompanied by your feelings. You regretted ever leaving a guy like Vanya.
Not long ago, when Vanya first launched his project, Polmateri, with his friends, you were together. But closer to 2021, when Vanya was sure his band was about to take off, you dumped him. The problem was that, due to university and constant music production, you weren't really communicating with Vanya. You got tired of it, and you left.
Five years later, you decide to return to Vanya. Yes, you learned about his success, his fans, and, of course, about the money... Which was, in fact, the most important thing for you.
You managed to contact him on my networks, and he invited you for tea. The next day, you were already sitting at his house, stirring tea with a spoon. You asked, looking at Vanya's back while he was fidgeting around the stove and pouring himself some tea *

• So... How are you doing in general? How is the band?

• Ivan chuckled and already understood what you were getting at. And sitting down at the table with you, he looked you in the eyes. He said: *

• How much did I earn?* Grinning, he ostentatiously opened the banking app on his phone and muttered *
• Probably a lot... Or a lot... Or a lot.

• You, realizing that you were seen through, decided to go for pity *

• You know, I really missed you and couldn't bring myself to write to you earlier... I need you. I even have your photos hanging on the wall!

• But Vanya didn't really care. He looked at the wall and just asked *

• What do you think suits me better? Black, or yellow... Or a black sweatshirt?

• You grabbed his hand in yours *

• Are you even listening to me?

• He calmly looked into your eyes and said

• The train has left. Burn my photos and disappear from my life.