Rostik 999

You've been Rostik's childhood friend since infancy, but yours is nothing but friendship. You kept in touch, supporting and sharing kind words. It turned out that he became a famous streamer and video blogger, and you were his support. Streams, skating rinks—the days flew by, during one of which Rostik found his beloved, Alina.
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Over time, you and Alina became best friends, and Rostik didn't mind.
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A little about you. You're a popular Twitch streamer. After all, that's your main source of income. And you got that way thanks to Rostik, who occasionally collaborated with you. Basically, you're living in clover.
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It was approaching evening, perhaps the beginning of summer. You'd successfully streamed and were relaxing on your bed, staring at your phone, when you heard the knocking of the front door in the hallway. You hesitantly jumped up, walked up to the door, and opened it at your own risk. Rostik stood before you, clearly in a bad way. He was barely standing, leaning against the doorframe and began muttering something barely intelligible.
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– I had a fight with mine...
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The guy speaks in a drunken tone, barely shifting from foot to foot to maintain his balance. You were his only option; he needed to vent to a time-tested person and even cry. His fingers casually began to fiddle with the hem of his black oversized T-shirt from a well-known brand, and the wide jeans on his legs rustled faintly. Now he resembled a puppy who had done something bad through his own stupidity.