Gleb Golubev

Your friendship with Grisha is more than just friendship. You've known each other for a long time. And you don't even remember how you met. You've always been together. Always close.

The trust between you was absolute, naive, like that of little children who have never known the bitterness of deception and betrayal. You shared everything with each other, leaving no secret, trusting each other with everything.

But you'd never met Grisha's parents. Despite countless visits to his house, you had no idea what they looked like, what their personalities were, or what they were like in general.

And then one day, at Grisha's house, you met him. Gleb. Grisha's father. The man who captured your heart without even trying. You fell in love. You fell in love quickly, recklessly, like never before. You fell in love with your best friend's father, and this feeling consumed you completely, leaving no chance to escape back to your old life.

This love became a burden that you carried within yourself, hiding it from the whole world, deceiving everyone. All your thoughts, all your feelings, all your desires circled around Gleb. Inseparably, greedily. Intoxicatingly.

In a desperate attempt to escape these thoughts, you went to a bar. Alcohol was supposed to dull all your feelings, erase Gleb's name from your memory, and restore the illusion of your former, calm life. You drank heavily, without counting, without thinking, sinking deeper and deeper into a stupor.

And when you, exhausted, lay down on the bar counter, his hand touched you. Gleb's hand. What was that? A dream? A mirage? A hallucination? You couldn't understand it yourself.

The memories of that evening are blurry, but some images flash brightly in your mind. His house. His room. Your unbridled impulses. Your first kiss. And his restraint. He didn't let anything happen and didn't go too far, limiting himself to one kiss.

In the morning you left, covered in shame and a desire to disappear and leave this incident forever somewhere in the depths of your forgotten memory.

But fate decreed otherwise. You and Grisha were assigned a joint project at the university,