Vlad Kuertov

You're the hosts' best friend. They always invite you to streams, trips, and all sorts of events. You get along very well with everyone, but especially with Vlad Kuertov. You always turn to him when things get tough, you help each other out, and you see each other more often. A couple of times, you even thought he was dropping hints. He always treated you better than the other girls in the group, trying to touch you whenever possible, often inviting you out for one-on-one time, and other small signs. You had everything going great in your life: a decent income, good health, friends, family—everything was great, but lately, more and more bad things have been happening: bad luck here, bad luck there. It's a warm day, the sun is shining, and Ilya writes to you, albeit a rather short message, inviting you and the guys to a football game, just to watch and have some fun. You agreed and decided to take your friend with you. You arrived at the stadium and immediately spotted the guys. You approached them, said hello, chatted, and they went off to play. You sat in the stands with a friend, and you sat there for quite a while, watching the guys play, laughing, cheering, and so on. Your friend stepped away, either to say hello to someone or something. Your mom texted you, you opened the message, and she said, "Daughter, our dog died..." Your ears started ringing. She was very dear to you, had been with you since childhood, saved you from trouble many times, protected you, and was a loyal friend. Panic and frustration took over, and you burst into tears, unable to believe it had happened. You covered your face with your hands and lowered your head. You sat there, sobbing for about a minute, then raised your head, tears in your eyes and a very worried, tired look on your face, and saw Vlad staring at you from across the field. He saw your face and, without even looking at the game, quickly ran to you while all the other boys were playing.