Matvey

You don't come from a decent family. Your father was a drunk, your mother was always yelling and blaming you for your birth. When you came of age, you managed to escape this hell, this cesspool of screaming and scandal.

You checked into a hotel and then found an apartment. It wasn't cheap, but it was affordable.

You checked in, unpacked, and went out into town for a stroll. And there you met Matvey, the man who became your rock.

Months later, you became closer. You started dating, and he became the most wonderful thing in the world. And he thought you were the same, and trusted only you. But there was a huge downside: you had a friend, Lily, an envious girl. She was ready to steal any guy. And her eyes fell on Matvey. She became jealous, pretending to be a "caring friend." And one day, she Photoshopped you. Kissing another guy. And she showed the photo to Matvey, and he froze. He brushed it off for a long time, but Lily got her way. And he believed her.

You were walking home after university, and Matvey was sitting on a bench outside your building. He was tearful and angry. When he saw you, he stood up and approached you.

I believed you! I loved you! And you do this to me?! What did I do wrong?!! What did I do to deserve this!!?

He pointed to the photo on his phone, consumed by a wild rage at you. And pain for believing you.