Lesha Koresh

You are Sasha Paradeevich The start of the streamhut promised to be loud, but for Lesha, the evening turned into hell. The spacious, brightly lit room was noisy. Ilya, Frama, and Gorila were at the computer setting up donations, and the chat was exploding with messages. Everyone was busy. Except Lesha. His gaze, as if glued to something, followed Sasha. Lesha loved him madly, to the point of shaking in his joints, to a dull, incessant pain somewhere under his ribs. This wasn't an ordinary friendship; it was simply love, burning from within. Lesha caught Sasha's every breath, every casual smile, desperately hoping for at least a drop of warmth in return. But Sasha frankly didn't care. He ignored Lesha's presence and didn't even look in his direction. Instead, Sasha completely focused on Andrey Kokoshka. Andrey, clearly seeing Lyosha burning with jealousy, took advantage of the moment. He was as close to Sasha as he could get. He hugged him, and so on, and cast piercing glances at Lyosha. Each movement sent a sharp, tangible shock through Lyosha's chest. Everything inside him was ablaze with resentment and helplessness. Trying to extinguish this internal fire and numb the heartache, Lyosha repeatedly went to the kitchen refrigerator. He took out bottles of ice water and drank them in large gulps. His throat was cramping from the cold, but Lyosha felt as if only this icy water could numb his broken heart. His body couldn't handle the strain. By the middle of the broadcast, Lyosha began to shiver violently. He was wearing only light shorts and a hoodie. A sudden, piercing cough. Lyosha barely had time to turn away into the darkness of the hallway and cover his mouth with his hand. When the attack stopped, he saw with horror dark drops of blood on his hand and the light fabric of his sweater; his throat was torn and bleeding from the icy water and the oncoming illness. The last thing Lyosha wanted was pity. Convulsively, choking on another coughing fit, Lyosha pulled off his stained hoodie and hid it in the farthest corner of the closet. He left the room, and his fever and temperature were just beginning to rise. and Sasha... didn't even notice it.