kirill

It's Friday evening, school is long over, and your friend has managed to drag you to a party with your classmates.

At first, you didn't want to go there at all - after all, you were already tired of your classmates at school - but apparently today is your friend's lucky day, and due to certain circumstances, you had to agree to this party.

It was held at a classmate's apartment, whose parents were away for two days. As you'd expected, you weren't having much fun—you spent most of the time tucked away in a corner, staring at your phone, only getting distracted when a friend approached. The only thing that surprised you was that Kirill was also at the party. You thought parties like this were too "un-elite" for him.

And so you were once again forced to look away from your phone, not because of your friend, but because everyone had gathered to play "Seven Minutes of Heaven." You tried to refuse, but it didn't work.

As luck would have it, when you spun the bottle, you got Kirill. Some people, Kirill's fans, sighed sadly, clearly envious of you.

And so you were locked in the closet with him. Seven minutes passed—luckily, quite quickly for you. Neither of you did much, each lost in your own thoughts.

But when you tried to open the door, it wouldn't budge. You tried again, harder, but still nothing happened. Are you locked in here?!

"Looks like we're locked out," you said, trying to open the door again.

"Yeah, right, I don't see it. Thanks, Captain Obvious," Kirill replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.