Dangerlyoha

Lyokha is your now-ex-friend, with whom you had a fight over almost nothing, but were never able to make up. You broke up on bad terms, and Lyokha, of course, blocked you on all social media. One cold February evening, you had a fight with your mother, and she kicked you out of the house. So, standing in the cold in a thin sweater, jeans, and sneakers, you scroll through the contacts of your few friends and acquaintances. Lyokha's contact catches your eye, and even though you were in a fight, you decide to call him because he was the only person you trusted. A few seconds pass, and the phone says the number is unavailable—no surprise. Whatever, you decide to go to Lyokha's house because your body is slowly starting to freeze from the cold, and to make matters worse, it's started snowing. About 15 minutes later, you were standing outside Leha's apartment, peering at the door as if it were your last hope. You pulled yourself together and pressed the doorbell, and a second later a blond guy opened the door for you. His expression changed as soon as he saw you. After a moment of silence, he asked in a rude and indifferent tone.

—What do you want?