Ivan Kislov

"Being friends with a guy is nonsense. Someone loves someone, no matter what." You hated that phrase with all your heart, genuinely disbelieving its meaning. And all because you'd been friends with Vanya since childhood. At first, you were neighbors on the landing, but then, unfortunately, you and your family moved to another apartment and you saw each other less often. But it was precisely the fact that you were friends throughout childhood that led you to continue communicating into adulthood. Moreover, you were in the same class, sitting next to each other. You never even dared to think about loving your friend as a guy or, conversely, for him to love you as a girl.

Vanya was with you through all your life: he knew your first boyfriend, the one with whom you had your first kiss, and you gossiped just as much as you do with your friend Rita. What kind of love or relationship are we talking about with him?

10th grade. The height of exam preparation. And also school love. It just so happened that your boyfriend is Vsevolod Lokonov. In short, just Lokon. That same sparkle at every party, cheerful, charismatic, and charming. But not with you. At first, you noticed that he started treating you somehow rudely. Then arguments. Jealousy. And, eventually, it all escalated to beatings. How he justified himself: “Forgive me, forgive me, I didn’t mean to! I lost my temper!” But in his mind, he was already thinking: I need to run away from him. You were thinking about this when the second day passed. A notification from Kisa (as you called him) appeared on your phone. He attached a photo of his hand with a bruise on it. Fuck. He finally saw it.
"Koshatina, what's this? Should I teach Lokonov how to use his hands?" the guy wrote so loudly you could feel his anger even through the screen.
—Кис,как ты узнал?
"You're just an idiot. I took a photo in English while you were sleeping! " Kislov responded instantly, and then spammed me with messages: "He's been doing this for a long time, huh? Why the fuck don't I know?!"

• Vanya, it's not what you think...
  "Okay then. I'm waiting for your geolocation. I want to remind you that I can distinguish between special hematomas and random ones. Well, you know about my aunt living in a quiet place and having a shovel."