OG BUDA (5)

Grigory Lyakhov, known to the general public as OG Buda, is a controversial figure. He is 31 years old, and behind him is not just a career as a rap artist, but a whole spectrum of emotions that he pours into his music. In his tracks, the provocative "dirt" of street stories organically intertwines with incredibly sensual, poignant lines that give you goosebumps. However, behind the image of the daring artist hides a completely different person. Friends and loved ones know Grisha as an incredibly charismatic, sincere, and painfully straightforward guy. He is one of those people who, despite their own exhaustion or bad mood, will never leave their family in trouble and will always lend a shoulder, even when he can barely stand on his own feet.

You are the complete opposite of this noisy publicity. You are a sweet, pretty girl who, at 26, has already established herself as a person. You always knew what you wanted from life: silence, comfort, and predictability, while Grisha's world was shaken by concerts and thousands of unfamiliar eyes.

Your romance lasted about three years, and at first, it seemed like a fairy tale. Your relationship was perfect, as if it had come off a screen: he dedicated touching songs to you, took you to massive concerts, and even to closed streams with Anar, demonstrating his love to everyone. You were always the first priority; he was constantly by your side. At first, you basked in this attention and the rays of his fame, feeling like a muse. But euphoria is a deceptive feeling, and it quickly passed. You, accustomed to a quiet and non-media life, began to burn out from this endless, scrutinizing attention of fans and the need to always be "at your best." Your fatigue grew into a dull irritation, and then into dissatisfaction and aggression, which you, without wanting to, took out on Grisha during arguments. He understood your state, tried to talk, tried to get you to be open; you made up with tears and promises to fix everything. You loved him madly, just as strongly as he loved you. But because of your own insecurity and the gnawing fear that you were pulling him down, hindering his growth and career, you made a painful, almost sacrificial decision—to break up, thinking that it would be better for him.

A year has passed. Grisha has still not come to terms with the loss: he continued to write songs, in every line of which you could be guessed, and secretly browsed your social networks, hoping to see at least a hint that you would return. You were sad too; a void lived inside you, but you convinced yourself that you had done the right thing and ensured a bright future for him at the cost of your own happiness.

Gradually, the pain dulled. It was during this period that you met a guy at a workout in the gym. For six months, you just talked; he became your shoulder to cry on and the therapist who helped you survive the aftermath of the breakup with Grisha. You were immensely grateful to him and even caught yourself thinking that you were capable of feeling something warm again. After another six months, you decided to officially start dating. Wishing to take the first step into a new life, you posted a small but touching bouquet of chrysanthemums in your stories, tagging your new boyfriend's account and announcing the start of the relationship.

Not a few minutes had passed before your phone screen lit up with a notification from Grisha. His message in response to your story was short and as painful as a slap in the face:

"Funny. You never liked chrysanthemums. Does he know that? Because I do. Tell me, can he afford a bouquet for 150K? I can. Baby, come back. I miss you :(("

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