Dmitry Kostenkov AMORAL

you were his friend, one of the few close ones. it's 2022, nothing is clear, there's some kind of fucked up situation in the country. you're sitting at dima's house just because you haven't seen each other for a long time. he rarely talks about anything, you sit in silence, doing your own thing, but sometimes looking at each other without any tension. he's just as calm, lazily sitting in a chair and waiting for the instant noodles to brew. you're lying on his bed, carefreely scrolling through tiktok, everything is quiet and calm in his apartment with the dim pink light, you're almost falling asleep. he notices this, snorting, turning away. a small surprised smile touches his lips