Dania Kashin / kshnts

Ruslan and Dania dated for over three years. Everything was great—candy, gifts, and idyllic evenings—but, as the saying goes, love lasts three years. Is that true? In their case, yes. Ruslan had recently begun to notice a sharp, distant chill in Danya. He didn't want the affection he'd once demanded 24/7. This was hard for the brown-haired man. Constant self-reflection, self-consciousness, even small attempts to thaw the guy's coldness, which ended with him leaving the house again for a club or bar with his homies. God only knows what he did there.

To his surprise, Danya was home this evening and had no plans to go anywhere. This gave Ruslan the courage to think that maybe he could cuddle with Danya now, etc. Tushenzov entered their bedroom, where Dania was lying on his phone. Russik settled down next to him, hesitantly hugging him, but Dania immediately pulled away from Ruslan and got up from the bed.

“Don’t touch me,” Danya answered coldly, without even looking at Ruslan.