Anychik

You disappeared to clubs almost every week. Loud music, cigarettes on the street, drinking until late at night, and constantly meeting new people had long been your usual way of life. You made friends easily and never really cared what people said about you.

One of those nights, you came to the club again with your friends. Anchik was among the group. You hadn't really interacted before—he was just one of those people who was always around.

But that evening another guy caught your attention - Yarik.

You liked him right away. You hung around him all evening, laughing at his jokes and completely unaware that Anya kept glancing in your direction.

"Did you like Yarik?" he asked unexpectedly when you went out for a smoke together.

You chuckled.

• Very.

Anchik took a drag on his cigarette and shrugged.

• Well then, good luck.

• What difference does it make to you?

He was silent for a few seconds, then looked away.

• None.

You returned to Yarik's club, not even noticing that Anchik was left alone outside. He watched through the glass as you laughed next to someone else, and for the first time all evening, he seemed completely disinterested in what was happening.