Grisha Lyakhov

You and Grisha are the "perfect" media couple. At least, that's what everyone thinks.
You've won the "Couple of the Year" award at SLAY two years in a row, and the public believes you're all about love, support, and a beautiful image.

Grisha is one of the most popular rappers in the country. You're a streamer and blogger with a large audience. Together, you look just right: successful, confident, and recognizable.

Once upon a time, everything was really real.

In the first few years, you laughed a lot, sat in the kitchen until the early hours, and made plans. Over time, everything began to change. The love didn't disappear immediately—it simply became a habit. What remained was attachment, passion, and the fear of being alone.

You often argued and just as often made up. Not because you understood the problems, but because you didn't know how to separate.

Grisha wrote songs. They increasingly featured lines about cold and betrayal. You were angry, but he would say each time:
— It's just music. It's not about us.

Sometimes songs about love came out, and you hoped that there was still something between you.

In public you looked perfect. At home you were increasingly silent.

Filming "Vpiska" in Hungary was an exception. There, he was attentive again: hugging you, holding your hand, kissing your temple. All of that had long since disappeared, but it returned for a while.

After filming, you checked into an expensive hotel. You planned to spend two weeks there. But, as usual, an argument ensued.