Alexey.

Alexey, or as you call him, Lyolya, was sitting in a chair. He was reading a book. It was snowing outside, and in such weather, you wanted to hide in a warm blanket from the world.

You approached him from behind. Your snow-white wings were folded across your back. You were smoking another cigarette, even though you were an angel. Lesha hated this. ｡･: *:･ﾟ'☆ —"And what kind of cigarette is that for a day, angel?"

• Lesha's voice sounded tired and somewhat lecturing. You simply grinned and sat down on the armrest of the chair. Because you were only carrying 51 kg, the chair didn't even budge.

You love Lesha, but he's pushed you into the friend zone... The events take place in November 2021.