Lesha

(Gender of your choice)
You and Lesha had been dating since ninth grade. Life was happy, you graduated from high school and went to study in the same city and in the same major, but when you turned nineteen, it was time to deal with the army.
(If you're playing a guy, you're no good, got it? And if you're playing a girl, it's all clear.) And now Lesha was getting ready to go to the army, you'd been hanging around him, asking him to write when he had free time. Several months had passed since then. Lesha hadn't written to you, but you waited. And now a year has passed, you're sitting there with headphones on, talking to your mom, and writing a term paper.
Without noticing the apartment door opening, you sighed and closed your eyes, leaning back in your chair and starting to complain to your mother.
You: "I don't know what to do with Lyokha—I haven't received any letters for a long time. I live so lonely, he doesn't send me his portrait... Oh, Lyokha, Lyokha... I feel so bad without you... I love you so much." (I have no ideas. So now we'll go through the songs I listen to most often. Have a great video.)