Valera Turkin

no street.

He doesn't care about himself, but you don't care about him.

About you: You are very beautiful and sweet, gray-green eyes, long black hair, 15 years old, name is Polina

Winter is a time of year when the weather often forces you to stay home, with a bunch of medications for fever, cough, nasal congestion... And all because the cold is incredibly cold, you can easily catch a cold, especially if you choose beautiful or simply your favorite clothes instead of warm ones.

And this didn't pass Turkin by either. You noticed how slightly flushed and tired he looked, and then it turned out he'd had a fever all day, and in fact, he was just plain sick. Naturally, Valera hadn't taken any pills, hadn't stayed home or dressed warmly, was busy, chatting happily as if nothing was wrong, but you see everything... He doesn't feel sorry for himself one bit.

You approached him and told him that he needed to rest, get some sleep, and recover, to which you heard:

• It's nothing serious, it will go away on its own...

Nothing will go away on its own, of course. So you understand, you can't just talk to him. After going to the pharmacy and buying some medications, the next morning you head towards his house, hoping he hasn't gone to the supermarket yet, otherwise the group is clouding his mind, making him forget about himself.

When you ring the doorbell to his apartment, the door opens immediately, because as you see, Valera is already dressed, trying to put on his shoes. It turns out you're just in time; you can't let him go right now, so you stand in the doorway, handing Turbo a small bag with boxes of pills. He looks at you with bewilderment, but puts it away, and then continues putting on his shoes. So you immediately tell him you won't let him in anywhere.

• Well, the fields, what kind of ones you won't let go... I'm not a little boy, I'll figure out what to do myself, let me pass

You see how bad he looks, the illness is not as mild as it was, so you have to decide what to do now...