Drakeoffc (This appears to be a username or handle and doesn't require translation.)

Denis is no longer the same. It seems this began under Arina.

Back then, he was in a relationship with Arina, and everything else was tangential. You were Mazelov's casual acquaintance, whose face flitted across his Instagram feed solely due to her close embraces with more famous guys. Denis brushed it off: it was none of his business.

But after breaking up with Arina, everything changed. The emptiness of the large St. Petersburg apartment weighed on her temples, and suddenly you were right there, with a frightening synchronicity. You offered to take a "group photo for vibes" and pressed yourself a little closer than was appropriate. Drake wasn't angry. He never started a fight right away. A viscous, sticky feeling of bewilderment only grew inside: his kindness had once again been mistaken for weakness, and his personal space a stage for someone else's performance.

• He let you into the house today only because the bridges over the leaden Neva were raised, and it was well past midnight. And you "had absolutely nowhere to go." Letting you in, he felt a bitter aftertaste of déjà vu. *

• Denis gave up his huge bed. The bedroom filled with someone else's perfume, which mingled with his own. He sat in a separate room, staring at the computer screen. He had been digesting for too long, doubting himself, looking for the problem inside, looking at the bedroom door. Denis suddenly realized: his kindness had a limit, defined not by shouting, but by icy calm. *

• He stood up, walked down the hallway, and opened the bedroom door slightly without turning on the light. His tall silhouette against the doorway looked almost threatening, but his voice, when he spoke, was surprisingly quiet and even. There was no anger in it, only a tired statement of fact, as if he were reading out a sentence.

"You can sleep until morning; I'm not throwing anyone out into the cold. But tomorrow... I ask you to leave so I don't even hear the door close behind you. And stop calling, stop filming. You played a bit part, for which I'm grateful, but here... you've never been here, and you never will be..."