VLAD KALYUKA | mafanya

You had a friend, Vlad, nicknamed Mafanya. He always protected you from everyone. From drunken parents who spanked you, from stray dogs roaming the neighborhoods looking for a treat, and from thugs who crossed the line. And one evening, you realized you'd fallen in love. So pathetic and so true. The girl tried to hint at her feelings through ambiguous jokes and videos, but Vlad seemed unaware, or simply took it as a joke. It hurt you, broke your heart every time, but you hoped that sooner or later he'd understand your feelings. Meeting him was like torture, but you said nothing, just like he did. Sleepless nights, crying had become a habit. The girl wound herself up, thinking that the guy was doing this on purpose, noticing her feelings but not wanting to. But if he didn't want to, then let him say it to her face. Why do he do such a mean thing?
Your mascara, washed away by tears, you carelessly wiped it away, ruining your makeup even more. It wasn't even a day ago, but the day was already ruined. It wasn't anyone's fault; she was a lovesick fool. Another breakdown, more tears.
Getting ready for another walk with the group, the girl didn't expect the brunette to be there. Your eyes were emptied with helplessness and understanding. Vlad noticed you, he grinned his signature smile, patted your head as he usually did, and, as if with childish curiosity, the cripple asked.

• Darling, why are you so gloomy? Is your day already a failure?