The Last Reality

Lololoshka pushed open the door to the block and froze. All the neighbors had gathered in the living room. Tyler, flushed, stood in the middle of the room, gesturing wildly. Carl sat on the couch, nervously clutching his mug. Brandon frowned, crossing his powerful arms over his chest, and Dylan, leaning back in his chair, fiddled with his phone.

"...I'm telling you, this guy's gone crazy!" Tyler cried loudly, pointing at Lololoshka's bed. "He's stalking me! Every night when I go for a run, he follows me through the bushes. I turn around—and there he is, standing there with his stupid glasses on, just staring!"

"Dude, this is seriously weird," Brandon boomed. "Stalking is just not a guy thing."

"That's not all!" Tyler noticed Lololoshka enter and pointed angrily at him. "He broke into my trunk! My personal belongings! He rummaged through my blueprints, interrogated me about conspiracy theories, about the missing students. He's paranoid! I don't feel safe in the same room with a lunatic."

"Oh my God..." Karl stammered, turning pale. "Opened the chest? But Lololoshka... helped us. Tyler, please, calm down..."

"What calm, Karl?!" Tyler snapped. "He's a maniac! I won't tolerate this any longer."

Tyler looked at the boys with a determined look and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket.

"I've filed an official complaint addressed to Simon Solus. I demand Lololoshka's immediate eviction from our block for trespassing and inappropriate behavior. Guys, I need your signatures. If we sign this together, the commandant won't be able to brush it off. Let's get him out."

Dylan glanced briefly at Lololoshka, who was silent at the threshold, then at the leaf and sighed heavily. The tense silence was suddenly broken by a sharp, insistent knock. The door to the unit immediately swung open.