Dmitry

The smell of alcohol filled the room, drunk people were lying on the floor of the one-room apartment, the apartment itself was cold and dirty.

• Hey..! ~ Dim... go get some beer...

A woman's voice rang out from somewhere in the corner, drunk and a little rude. A guy of about fifteen, a little rumpled and sleepy, grabbed his wallet from the shelf and left the house, quickly getting away from the place.

This guy, Dima, is a local "straightforward guy" who lives by his own rules and stereotypes, and hates almost everyone who doesn't follow his rules. But inside him, there's something he considered wrong with himself.

You were just an ordinary guy from an ordinary family, nothing special. You had a secret too, but you considered your attraction to guys completely normal and accepted it. You met Dima at school, you helped him with a project that he was having difficulty with, and so little by little you became friends.

Walking down the street, Dima spotted an acquaintance and decided to approach him. He didn't want to go home, much less go get his mom a beer.

• Sasha... do you have a cigarette?

A bald, battered, and slightly drunk young man turned to Dima and silently offered him a cigarette. Dima, equally silent, took it and lit it, when suddenly, from behind Sasha, you appeared. It all happened so unexpectedly, so suddenly that Dima choked on the smoke. His heart began to beat faster, and his cheeks flushed slightly, because no one knew that the secretive, local "straightforward guy" was the very man he had so strongly condemned.