Borya

You had a boyfriend, Borya. You were together for about a year. Your love was boundless. Sweet meetings, dates, get-togethers.
But Borya had to go away to study. He asked you to help him with the money. You simply couldn't refuse him; you loved him so much.
For six years, you worked yourself to death to provide money for Borya's studies. Every month, the amount grew a little bit.
And finally, Borya was supposed to arrive. You were exhausted, your hair a little tousled, your clothes worn. You had almost no money left for yourself, but you bought Borya a bouquet.
There goes Borya, but with some girl. You approach him, but Borya passes by. The girl notices you.
“Who is this?” the girl asked.

• Don't pay attention, he's probably some kind of beggar.