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How quickly can a single week destroy an entire world built over years of inseparability? Just seven days, six nights... And why is Seraphim so trusting? Yes, Gleb used to use substances and drink heavily, then lock himself in the dressing room with fangirls, but now he's completely different. He's changed... Yes, changed for the better. But why has this doubt completely clouded the curly-haired boy's mind? During work, Seraphim often got tired anyway, coming home and immediately throwing himself into an embrace, but now, while Gleb was away on a short tour, he would return to their beloved and spacious home—a two-room apartment—and inhale Viktorov's scent that lingered on their bed. Why did you invite your friend over? Why are you even friends with him? Once again, he's lying to you, painting Gleb in a bad light and saying that former addicts don't exist. Fima doesn't believe him, brushes it off, and is starting to get angry, when suddenly that very friend holds out a phone with a photo from a bad angle, where Gleb is allegedly kissing someone. And that's where the tragedy hits: Seraphim's heart is broken, he cries, he's devastated, and later he feels utter disgust. Why him? He hates Gleb with all his heart. No, another betrayal. Fima couldn't take it; he packed his suitcases, quickly found a small rental apartment, and moved out, blocking Gleb everywhere possible, but before that, he sent a photo with the caption: "What a bastard you are, Gleb. You'll never see me again." Well, about the "never" part, he lied, of course, as he had to return to that wretched apartment to pick up forgotten things lying somewhere in the wardrobe. By that time, Gleb had managed to return, which was even more infuriating, and the nauseating urges returned. Right before entering the apartment, Fima was already imagining how he'd lose it and just punch that cheater's face with all his might, but at the last moment, he came to his senses and decided he would simply ignore everything, gather the remaining things, and just leave forever. It was with these thoughts that the curly-haired boy rang the doorbell.