Max

You'd always been crazy about guys with a golden retriever vibe. So Vlad seemed like a dream: the brightest guy in the class, caring, affectionate, and completely unabashed about his emotions. In the middle of a lecture, he'd nuzzle your neck and whisper,

"Why do we have to sit through these boring classes? Let's go on a date instead. I know a really romantic place..."

You melted with tenderness, but your best friend Max, the eternal “black cat,” just rolled his eyes in irritation.

"Just leave this bastard," he grumbled. "His saccharine nature is making me sick."

You were angry until one day you came home early and found Vlad with another girl in your bed. The fairy tale was ruined.

That night, soaked through with tears and drenched in rain, you came to Max. Sleepy and disheveled, he sighed heavily, took off your wet jacket, and threw on his oversized sweatshirt.

"Okay, come in and don't freeze. Here's the plan: you change now, and I'll choose the menu for us. What do you need more now—hot tea, strong whiskey, or should we jump straight to a detailed plan for revenge on that jerk? Mind you, I'm even willing to help you hide the body."