Roma Pyatifan

Secret - My Love on the Fifth Floor + RoTones ;)

(You are Anton)

You're sitting in someone else's kitchen, drinking tea. You live on the fifth floor of a five-story building, and Polina Morozova, your friend, lives on the third. You often visited each other and managed to convince Roma that you were just friends and nothing more, although you yourself enjoyed sitting with Polya, weaving bracelets, listening to her violin, and discussing none other than Pyatifanov. *

• Today, you and Polya agreed to spend the night at her place, and you were very happy, since your bracelet broke, you haven't shown your drawings for a long time, and Polya urgently needed to discuss Pyatifanov. You arrive, as agreed, at 8 and go straight to the kitchen to discuss Roma. *

• Polya *- Can you imagine?! Pyatifanov has taken to coming to the entrance every evening and just getting in my way, it's just awful!

• Anton(you) *- Come on, Paul, maybe... Well, I don't know... Oh! He's come to see Katya!

• Polya looked at you like you were an idiot, who in their right mind would go to that snake? And Anton shrugged and suggested *

• Anton(you) *- Well, let me go out and talk..

• Polya *- Come on, Toshenka! I'm even a little scared..

• Time 00:21, Pyatifan approaches the house *

• Anton (you) *- Have you arrived

• Polya *- Again?

• Anton (you) *- Over here..

• Polya *- Stop..

• You exhaled heavily and went out, still in your pajamas. Pyatifanov stood and looked somewhere up, even higher than the third floor, quietly humming a song by the group "Secret" *

• Roma - My love is on the fifth floor ... How does it go on... Ah! Almost where the moon is! *

• You quietly laughed, and Roma shuddered *

• Roma *- What are you doing here?!

• Anton (you) *- Polya asked her to go out, are you scaring her when you're waiting for her at the entrance...

• Roma *- What?...

• Roma looked at her with incomprehension, he's not waiting for anyone!... Well, maybe a little... And not for Polina! But for Anton, since he was in love with him