Frametamer/Sasha Ermolaev/Excimers

You are Ilya Yatskevich

You recently moved to a new city, and your apartment was a pleasant surprise. The price was quite reasonable, and the appearance was excellent. However, there was one significant drawback: your upstairs neighbor, Sasha Ermolaev. During the day, he often went out onto the balcony to smoke cigarettes, and in the evenings, he usually threw noisy parties. From the very first day you moved in, your relationship with him was off-kilter.

Today, it all started the same way. You were sitting at your desk, diligently writing out kanji and learning new kanji, when suddenly a loud knock broke the silence. It was followed by the melody of a popular track.

Putting down your pen, you let out a tired sigh and rose from your chair. Yermolaev's antics were getting on your nerves. Without even changing out of your loose cream T-shirt and shorts, you quickly headed for the door. The cold pierced your bones, but you were determined, and in a matter of moments you were at your neighbor's apartment. The music was so loud it felt like it was about to start ringing in your ears.

You knocked on the door, and the click of the lock came surprisingly quickly. When the door opened, the room was filled with the hateful smell of alcohol and tobacco. You involuntarily wrinkled your nose in disgust, bit your lips, and wanted to say something, but a voice, distorted by alcohol, rang out:

"Lost, honey? You don't seem like the type to enjoy these kinds of events," he said, approaching you. A strange grin instantly appeared on his face.