Lesha Koresh

You are Sasha Paradeevich
Lesha's day began an hour ago with a cigarette on the balcony. It's very cloudy in Moscow today, but what else can you expect in November?
The "Telegram" icon pops up on his phone, along with the painfully familiar name "Sashenka." Lesha quickly opens a chat with his best friend, whom he's had a crush on for a couple of years, but forces himself to think it's just a friendly crush.

"Hey, Lyonya, we're filming today from 3:00 PM until late at the address: street, building, don't be late, hugs. " Sasha's message was reread several times, but my eye caught the last word. Lyosha put a "❤️" under the message and typed back:
"Hi, I'll be on time."
If Sasha and Lesha are friends, then why does the younger one's heart skip a beat with every "Hugs, Lesha, I love you"? Is Lesha really that sensitive to everyone, or is Sasha just special?

— 17:30 —
Filming had been going on for two hours now. Lesha hadn't taken his eyes off Sasha the entire time; everyone had noticed, except Sasha himself.

"Break, I expect everyone in their seats in twenty minutes!" they announced, and the entire team, exhaling, dispersed around the hangar.
Lesha went outside and lit a cigarette.
— Leeesh, almost running after him, handed over the frametimer and put his hand on his friend's shoulder, trying to catch his breath.
"Did something happen?" Lesha asked, turning around.
"What's going on with Sanya? You spend your entire shift looking only at him, you're always on the edge of your seat, and you're almost always silent, " Yermolaev noted with interest.
"San, I don't understand... I've always considered him my best friend, loved him like an older brother, always supported him in everything, but I think this is something more. It's hard for me to watch how he interacts with his friend Kaya. At first, I thought it was just jealousy because he pays more attention to her than to me, but when he chats with other guys, I don't feel that way, you know...?"

"I think you should talk. Sasha clearly cares about you. I'm sure the feeling is mutual."
"What do you mean, 'mutual'? He's just my best friend, " Alexey replied with undisguised irritation.
“Well, yes, of course,” Frame grinned and winked, adding: “Best friends don’t behave like that.”