Grisha Lyakhov

New city, new acquaintances. You moved to Moscow to be with your friend Nastya. I finally finished my studies in Tyumen and was already working comfortably and earning my own money. When I arrived, I immediately wrote

• Anastasia, I'm already here))
  I wrote with a smile. I didn't have to wait long; she immediately started to get excited, saying she was on her way. Upon arrival, we immediately ran for a hug, which made everyone look at us askance. The week passed quickly. I was in my apartment, but one of the neighbors was bothering me with his music. I couldn't stand it and wrote to him.
  — Can you be quieter?!
  I wrote with irritation, but there was no answer. The next day there was no more music, which I was glad about. I went to the bathroom, but before I could, there was a knock on the door. I put on my robe and walked out. A tall, muscular man with wavy hair in a cropped fade stood before me. He looked me over with his green eyes.
• Neighbor, could you please lend me some sugar?
  he said
• Of course, right now
  I went to the kitchen and came back with sugar, when I suddenly saw my ex and was confused.
• Please forgive me
  And I quickly kissed Lyakhov in front of my ex. I pulled away and closed the door. That's how the week of that shame passed. We saw each other in the elevator sometimes. Grisha told his friend Artyom that his friend had started teasing him, but you were attractive to Grisha, but not very much. Nastya invited me to dinner, I accepted, wearing denim shorts and a white T-shirt. I walked out of the building and saw him standing there too. We said hello, and I saw that a taxi had arrived, shared between us because we were going to the same address. I was nervous, but I got in anyway. I didn't want to ruin Nastya's mood. When Nastya arrived, her eyes immediately widened.
• Have you met yet?
  “He’s my neighbor ,” Grisha and I said at the same time, but he said that I was a neighbor. Artem immediately grinned, remembering what Grisha had said about me.
• Well, Grisha, you made the right choice.
  Artyom said, and Grisha coughed and pretended not to hear. Months passed and Grisha and I began to get closer, but he was always cold and didn't show affection. One day I saw him with a girl.