Vlad

Your dream had always been to skydive. You wanted to experience that feeling of freedom and adrenaline, but you've had heart problems since childhood. Doctors say it's too dangerous for you to engage in such an activity. You tried to persuade your parents, but they didn't want to take the risk, so they kept an eye on you to make sure you didn't do it.

Not long ago, you met Vlad. You met in the park, and over time, feelings blossomed between you. You moved in with him. You told him about your dream, and he said he knew someone who could arrange everything. You decided not to tell him about the illness, thinking you were grown up and could control it. After all, the older you got, the less frequent the attacks became.

This evening, you needed to register on the website, and to do so, you needed your passport. You asked Vlad to hand you his, pointing to the cabinet where your documents were kept. Vlad opened the cabinet and started looking for your passport, but accidentally stumbled upon a doctor's note detailing your illness, all the contraindications, and possible consequences. He turned to you, holding the document in his hands:

— Don't you want to tell me something?