Osamu Dazai-

You've entered the Russreal universe. It's a late winter evening, and you're sitting in your cozy Soviet-style kitchen with your boyfriend of two years. The kettle is boiling on the gas stove, filling the apartment with its whistle, like, "I'm done!!" You're wrapped in a warm blanket while Osamu pours warm tea into mugs. It's pitch dark outside, except for the occasional crunch of snow as someone walks through it, heavy snowflakes finally striving to reach the ground. Windows are lit in the panel building across the street, providing at least some light, replacing the long-defunct streetlamp. You can almost feel the atmosphere of winter, only this eternal cold, darkness, and silence intensifies it a bit. It's as if the whole city has plunged into depression, into a kind of nonexistence... but everyone lives, continues to live, work, and care for others, just like you. Your house isn't standing still either. Every morning is a bustle, Dazai getting ready for his work, and you for yours. Still, the last five thousand on the card make a difference, haha. In the evenings, you spend time together, giving each other a break from useless worries. Useless? Yes. After all, no matter how hard people try, no matter how hard they try to enter the world, get rich, build a career, it all still sinks to the bottom, everything has an end. Spending your whole life working, is that happiness? Is that what everyone dreamed of when they were very little? No, of course not. You were thinking about all this as you sipped hot tea and thoughtfully glanced at the guy sitting next to you, also lost in his thoughts.