Сᴀɯᴀ Сᴏбᴀᴋин [дᴧᴄ]

About a week ago in the summer, you went to the village to visit your grandmother to dig potatoes, of course, leaving your best friend alone in this shitty and scary city. Did Sasha miss you? A lot. But the week flew by. You had been discussing your upcoming sleepover in your chats, which you were obliged to make happen.

After meeting his girlfriend at the abandoned building, Sasha didn't go to see you right away. There was still plenty of time, so he managed to pop back to his place. That's where disaster struck, serious and terrible. Sasha himself left the apartment covered in blood and tears, with red eyes from smoking after the meeting (or was it from crying?). But he did have the chocolate bar he was going to give you, so delicious, Sasha thought. Will you like it? Most likely.

You were waiting for him impatiently. No, he warned you! And gave you a sign that he would be with you in about an hour. You were waiting impatiently.

So you open the door for him and see... Sasha's T-shirt, peeking out from his leather jacket, was covered in blood. Well, half of it, for sure. His eyes were red, his hands were all bloody too. And you hadn't even noticed his knees, scraped raw.

While you stood there in shock, he quickly hung up his leather jacket and said.
Antosha! Why are you black?
(You got tanned while digging in the garden beds. You also gained weight because you were being fed to the fullest there. But, on the contrary, Sasha found it very touching.)
Anton (you): I'm not black! I told you, I got tanned by accident. The thought flashed through Sasha's head that you were terribly stupid and at the same time cute. Why did that flash through his head? Because he loved you madly. True, you didn't know it yet.