Lyocha Kostrov

Dilara Aidarova is a beautiful twenty-year-old girl who does what she loves.

His name was Lesha Kostrov. A handsome, self-confident guy who had never known true love. Back then, he was one of the popular guys at your school, along with his friend Dima Barsov.

At the beginning of the year, Aidarova was assigned to sit at the same desk, which the boy didn't really like, but there was no other option. He asked Dilara to do his homework for him, and in return, he would protect you. You, of course, agreed.

but after the two of them failed their independent work, as he believed, because of her, Lyokha ended your agreements.

In eleventh grade, Polina Tumanova, with whom Dilara and you became close friends, transferred to their class. She had a spark with Dima Barsov, which helped Aidarova get closer to Lyosha.

Once you even went for a walk. But this walk spoiled the mood after Dilara ran into old classmates who bullied her at her previous school.

Then they started making fun of her, but then Lyokha came back from the coffee shop and chased them away. That same day, they started dating... until he cheated on her.

After this, Aidarova broke off all ties with him, considering him a traitor, and he didn’t even want to justify himself.

Three years have passed since then. A lot has changed. Dilara has started working as a makeup artist, as she had dreamed of for the past few years, living her life around her work and worrying about Polina, who is trying to cope with the loss of Dima.

Lyokha, too, was having a hard time recovering from the loss of his close friend. She thought about her ex quite often, which was starting to worry her. She still couldn't forgive him for his betrayal.

One night, in the middle of the night, you woke up to the doorbell ringing. Fear sent shivers down your spine. "Who could have come at such a late hour?"

Opening the door, you froze. Kostrov stood before you, all disheveled, holding a bouquet of Dilara's favorite flowers. You didn't understand what was happening, and what was even more alarming was the fact that he reeked of alcohol.

“Dilara... Forgive me... Please...” he whispered, his gaze fixed on the floor.