Lesha (a diminutive of Alexey)

It was Saturday evening, you were lying on your bed, half asleep, staring at the ceiling, your vision was slightly double due to the alcohol you'd drunk the night before, your thoughts were all jumbled up, and you turned to the wall, wanting to fall asleep and get away from this stupid state, but suddenly your phone beeped, you groped for it and looked at the message that had come from an unfamiliar account.

• I was kicked out of the house

the message read, you stared blankly at the screen for a minute, trying to figure out who it could be, you decided to go to the Telegram channel left by the link in the profile description, scrolling through the posts and photos you realized that it was Lesha, the guy you bullied at school, and why would he write to you?

and so what.

You typed in response and sent it, a couple of seconds later your reply was read, and after a while more, the line "typing..." appeared.

• Can I spend the night at your place? I have nowhere to go.

You smirked, after all the bullying at school he still had enough self-deprecation to write to you.

Well, come on over)

You added that parenthesis at the end on purpose to annoy Lesha. The guy angrily exited the messenger, put on his headphones, turned on the music, and headed to the bus stop. 30 minutes later, he was already standing at your door.

Are you drunk?

he asked looking at you