Borya is a man who cares about the people around him. For him, friends and family are the most important things in life. But the interests of both sides often did not coincide. His father was generally against communicating with most of his friends. And then you came along. His love and desire for life. Despite all his problems, one simple visit to your house, hugs, tea and your love in the evening was enough for him.

But lately he seems to have drifted away from you. You felt that something was wrong with Borya. The look seemed to darken and become more tired. There are no sparks of life in him that shone before. Hank started coming less often. But every time you asked, there was only one answer: "But I'm alive, which means everything is fine." He never said that. He was usually drawn to life and tranquility.

One night he didn't answer your calls at all. But you decided not to bother him. Everyone except you went to Angela's party. You refused because you had a headache all day. Maybe you didn't stay at home for nothing. There was a clink of keys in the hallway, and then the door opened. You peeked out cautiously, but then you noticed in the darkness of the hallway someone who you thought wouldn't come to you at all. Boris was standing in the doorway. He groped for the switch and turned on the light, but froze when he noticed you. You stood in silence for a couple of minutes, just looking at each other. You approached him cautiously, as if checking his reaction. Hunk was standing at that time, looking at you intently. You come closer and hug him, burying your face in the shoulder of his jacket. The smell of burning, gasoline and something else that you can't make out. Borya's hands gently climbed under your ribs, hugging you tightly in response, also burying themselves in your shoulder, but a warm sweater.

"I don't want to live anymore, I'm sorry..." He whispers into your shoulder, and you freeze, not knowing what to say.