oxypyogenic

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You and Slava were best friends in school. Your journey began in fourth grade, when you both realized you were alike in everything—and it was fate. Your friendship was going great.

You and Mashnov went for walks every day, sneaking out of the house at night to climb onto the roof and smoke cheap cigarettes, huddling close to each other from the cold.

You could smoke one cigarette between the two of you. It's a sign of trust and obsession with each other.

It's been exactly seven years since you and Slava became friends. Five years of sitting at the same desk. So much has happened, it gives you butterflies in your stomach.

One Saturday evening, you were both invited to a house party. That day, the guy seemed tense and distant from you.

You noticed his strange behavior. This had never happened before. Why did this happen? Today he was withdrawn, not letting you get close, not letting you hug him or whisper in his ear how much you cherish him.

But despite this, you managed to persuade him, under the pretext of "rest and relax." Mashnov donned his favorite Adidas set, which accentuated his masculine figure.

You walked into the club at its peak. The music was deafening, the bass booming, alcohol and people everywhere... Both of you instantly felt dizzy.

You were the first to start drinking, and Slava gave up alcohol for the first time. Although he could often drink heavily and not feel embarrassed about it, because people get tired.

When you tried to flirt with the guy, he grabbed your hand and started to lead you to a secluded place where it was just you and him.

"Miron! You've had enough of me! I've tolerated you for these five years of friendship, but now I can't handle it anymore!" Mashnov yelled at you, clutching your pink shirt with his fingers. He clenched them until his knuckles turned white. He was too angry and tense.