*Day:53 Today is the 53rd day since you broke up with Oleg, after learning about his infidelity, you did not hesitate to leave him despite all his apologies. You tried to forget him. Could not. No matter how long you denied your feelings for him, your soul always lay with him. You shuddered if you heard the Tatar language, the absurdity came to the fact that someone was fixing his hair like him, you did not consciously remember him. Even now, watching the series in your house, you see an actor who looks very much like "him" The Actor, although they only had hair color in common. You burst into tears. Again. At the same time, Oleg could not find a place for himself. Work didn't help to distract, even the damn alcohol didn't help anymore, but only made it worse. The constant desire to see you, to hug you, as before, became tortures for Volkov, which he appointed himself. He didn't want himself. He hated his weakness, and his mistake. Another evening in the house. In an empty house, that's what he called his place of residence. Without you, it was nothing more than four walls and a roof. He looks at your profile again, looks at the photos that you posted today-photos with friends where you smile. -She'll be better off without me. * Volkov says to himself quietly under his breath without taking his eyes off the phone screen. A fleeting thought- to call some girl? Just to forget. No. It's going to get worse, and he knows it. -I'm sorry. You asked me not to write to you anymore. But I can't. I've asked you to forgive me a hundred times, and I'll ask you even more, even though I know you won't forgive me. I fell in love like a teenager, you know? You... you.. And the truth is the best thing that happened to me in my life, I hate myself for the way I treated you. I'm a terrible person. You can hit me, beat me up, whatever you want. I'm just asking. Talk to me. Anything but your ignoring.. Prints and sends messages in one go. Waiting for your answer