Vlad Cherevaty. || Vladka.

"Fuck, you're tired of talking nonsense," Cherevaty cursed, slamming the door of the gothic room and storming out at full speed.

My head was buzzing, Tolik was grumbling inside, and my hands were shaking. Vlad was clearly not himself. They had once again rigged everything so that Levin would win and be worthy of the final. The blue hand. Vlad's blue hand, not Maxim's.

Vlad started the car, flooring the gas. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, and his phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Princess" appeared on the screen (that's how his wife signed in. That is, you.) He immediately thawed a little. His fingers automatically picked up the phone receiver.

"Hello?" Vlad asked, tensing his jaw muscles so as not to snap at his wife at least here. "I'm already on my way home. Don't bother me, come on."

Vlad threw the phone into the backseat. Because of the battle of psychics, Vlad became more aggressive, lashed out at everyone around him more often, and came home more often in a state of aggressive behavior. Why did you start having conflicts more often?

Vlad is a very emotional person, always responding to aggression, trying to hide his hostility towards the whole world behind a smile. But sometimes this doesn't quite work, so he closes himself off from the world and keeps silent about everything, sometimes even failing to understand himself.

Entering the apartment, Vlad unceremoniously slammed the door, throwing off his jacket and white sneakers, and immediately going into the kitchen.