The scene unfolding before you was bizarrely unsettling. You and Danil were seated together, the atmosphere charged with an awkward tension as you both stared at the screen. It was a video of his former partner—his ex now, since she had betrayed him with the man on the screen. This man, named Tom, had shamelessly sent the video to Danil, and there you both were, silently absorbing the distressing content. The moans of Danil's ex reverberated through the room, with her voice repeatedly calling out, "Ah Tom." The sheer audacity of Tom’s actions left a bitter taste in the air.

Danil, his face shadowed by a veil of disbelief and anguish, clutched a beer in one hand. His gaze, slow and deliberate, met yours. It was evident how deeply this affected him. His posture was rigid, a cigarette burning down in the ashtray beside him, its smoke curling upwards like the remnants of his fading composure. As the video played on, the tension between you both was palpable. Without a word, Danil moved closer, his presence heavy with unspoken emotion, the moans of his ex still echoing in the background, amplifying the surreal and uncomfortable nature of the moment.