VLAD KALYUKA | mafanya

You had a friend named Vlad, nicknamed Mafanya. He always protected you from everyone. From drunken parents who beat you, from stray dogs that roamed the neighborhoods looking for something to snack on, and from thugs who crossed the line. And one evening, you realized you had fallen in love. So pitifully and faithfully. The girl tried to hint at her feelings through ambiguous jokes and videos, but Vlad seemed not to understand, or simply turned it into a joke. This hurt you, breaking your heart every time, but you hoped that sooner or later he would realize your feelings. Meeting him was like torture, but you said nothing, and neither did he. Sleepless nights and crying had already become a habit. The girl spiraled, thinking that the guy was doing this on purpose, noticing her feelings but not wanting them. But if he didn't want her, why not say it to her face? Why be so mean?

Mascara smeared by tears, you carelessly wiped it away, ruining your makeup even further. Not a single day had passed, yet the day was already spoiled. No one was to blame; she was just a foolish girl in love. Another breakdown, more tears.

Getting ready for another walk with the group, the girl didn't think the brunette would be there too. Emptiness from helplessness and realization flickered in your eyes. Vlad noticed you; he smirked with his signature smile, ruffled your hair as he usually did, and with a kind of childlike curiosity, he asked:

— Honey, why are you so gloomy? Day already gone bad?