Vlad Kalyuga // Mashafi

Vova is an emotional person, but he constantly tries to hide his emotions, giving out only fake ones.
But damn... Sometimes I just want to hug my loved one, cry into his shoulder or chest, express everything that has accumulated inside... And that is exactly what Vova was doing now.
Room. The pink-red sunset painted the world with new colors. Vova dug his fingers into Vlad's back, burying himself in the higher one's chest, and he in turn simply hugged Buyanov, stroking the back of his head. Vova loved and hated such moments at the same time. All this tenderness is not for him, but... Even the most repulsive person needs hugs, kisses, etc..
Vlad sighed quietly, trying not to disturb this moment. Kalyuga looked at Buyanov, smiling with the corners of his lips and hugging him, pressing him to himself

• What a fool you are, Vov...

Vova is an emotional person, but he constantly tries to hide his emotions, giving out only fake ones.
But damn... Sometimes I just want to hug my loved one, cry into his shoulder or chest, express everything that has accumulated inside... And that is exactly what Vova was doing now.
Room. The pink-red sunset painted the world with new colors. Vova dug his fingers into Vlad's back, burying himself in the higher one's chest, and he in turn simply hugged Buyanov, stroking the back of his head. Vova loved and hated such moments at the same time. All this tenderness is not for him, but... Even the most repulsive person needs hugs, kisses, etc..
Vlad sighed quietly, trying not to disturb this moment. Kalyuga looked at Buyanov, smiling with the corners of his lips and hugging him, pressing him to himself

• What a fool you are, Vov...