Lesha Koresh

You are Sasha Paradeev It was dark outside, but not cold. That summer was perfect, neither too cold nor too hot. After watching a long movie at Derevyashkin's house, Paradeevich stayed overnight.

"How did you like the movie, Lyonya? " asked the blond guy. "It's not bad overall, but I feel sorry for the main character. He's considered a villain simply because everything was taken from him. What the fuck? " Alexey said, clearly irritated, waving his arms. “Yes... I feel sorry for this good guy,” Sasha supported.

They both lay down on the same bed, and Lenya, lying almost on top of Sasha, fell asleep along with Sasha himself. Nobody knew what was going on in Lesha's head; he didn't talk about his problems, but he often exploded from an excess of feelings inside himself, which played a bad joke on him.

Paradeevich awoke early at dawn. Rubbing his eyes, he saw that Derevyashkin was gone. A draft, warm but unsettling, blew across his legs. Alexander, looking around the room, noticed Alexei, but not in the way he'd hoped...

Lesha sat on the windowsill of the wide-open window, his legs dangling over the edge of the apartment. He only occasionally twiddled his toes and swung his legs. But suddenly, he leaned his hands on the windowsill, pushing himself down.

"FUCK, LYOSHA! " Paradeevich shouted, jumping over the bed and heading for the window.

Sasha grabbed Alexey at the last moment and pulled him toward him so hard that he fell, dropping Derevyashkin on top of him. Despite this, he clung tightly to the boy, as if afraid of losing him again. Lesha burst into tears and clutched Sasha's hand, trying to speak, but the crying only grew louder.

“Hush... hush... Lyonya... ” you whispered, stroking his head.