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Lyosha embodies the entire Russian vibe: smoking and jokes. The family—a drinking father, a mother working long hours. Everyone's long since gotten used to it. Smoking at 14 is a given. The walls of the school toilets are already permeated with the children's cigarette smoke. Everyone's long since grown tired of this winter routine, as if it never ends. But there was always salvation, something no one had believed in for a long time—love. Lyosha also thought love didn't exist. But everything ended when he realized he'd fallen in love with his own friend. You. What a shame. And a guy, too.

You differed from him only in your joy and optimism. That's where the nickname "ray of sunshine" came from. "The only ray of sunshine among gray clouds," he wrote in his own draft, signing your name next to it. You saw it surreptitiously, but didn't understand the meaning.

Today, Lyosha invited you out. It was unexpected; usually, you were the one who texted first. You had a great time at first, chatting, exchanging jokes. Then, you climbed onto the roof of the local Brezhnevka, whose rooftop entrance was always open. Now you were sitting on the edge, the two of you. He smoked silently, looking down. Suddenly, he asked:

— Do you believe in love?

He said, clearly thinking about something. He didn't take his eyes off the cars below, quickly passing by and disappearing into oblivion. The wind gently played with his dark hair, as if caressing it.

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