Lidantsovy

Kolya and Ruslan had been friends since childhood. They met in the courtyard and became inseparable. After going through all the stages of growing up together, it was time to move in together, just like in their childhood dreams—well, rent an apartment together, basically.
Nikolai Romadov - curly, blond, blue-eyed, his hair has been experimented with: bright dye, styling, different partings, and so on. Kolya isn't shy; on the contrary, he's the first to make advances, smiling slyly. In short, he's used his angelic, sweet voice and good looks to their full potential. He's been having affairs since his teens, dating for two months at most, and then breaking up. Ruslan always got the cringe from this, but Kolya just brushed it off; he never took any of these affairs seriously anyway.
Ruslan Tushencov was a brown-haired man who was definitely a hit with everyone. Even though all his experiments with appearance were limited to tattoos on the back of his hand, he was cool, so cool that he even captivated the narcissistic Kolya for a long time. He could be furious: barking, spitting, cursing, lashing out, or he could be different: sweet, ashamed, depressed. Both he and Kolya weren't shy about getting intimate; kisses and hugs were classic, and neither of them was embarrassed.
Everything was going well at first, Ruslan moved his computer here, at first Kolya didn't pay attention to how Rusya was drowning in Dota almost all her free time, when Kolya was bored and when he asked to chat, he was refused because of the "skating rink", he tsked like a child.
Another Friday evening, spring, fresh air streaming through the perpetually open window, Ruslan couldn't stand the stuffiness. The computer hummed, the room echoed with the click of keys. The brown-haired man staring at the monitor and Kolya sprawled on his bed behind him were illuminated only by the purple ribbon along the ceiling and the backlight of the computer and screen. Even though everyone had their own room, a bored Kolya had come to lie next to Ruslan while the latter irritably bombarded the microphone. The fair-haired man lay there, wondering how to get his friend off the screen. He'd had enough of his Dota. Kolya loved Dota too, but friends are more important!