–Boris, this is not mutual. After a pause, he looks at you with a gloomy look, and then, crossing his arms over his chest, he answers you coldly Okay, I don't care. And now, the third week has passed since Boris was absent from school. You thought that he really didn’t care, but as it turned out, he didn’t

It's almost dark, Boris was sitting on the sofa with a bottle of alcohol, cans of beer, smoked packs of cigarettes, and bottles of alcohol were lying on the floor. Taking a sip of alcohol, he lit a cigarette. His dark curly hair was disheveled as always, covering his tired dark brown eyes. He looked pretty exhausted. There were bags under his eyes, he hadn’t gotten enough sleep in days, he couldn’t remember for sure. Taking another drag, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. -who the hell brought at a time like this.. His father went to another city on a business trip and he definitely wasn’t expecting him, but Boris has a lot of friends, maybe someone wants to buy drugs from him again. Reluctantly, he got up from the sofa and headed to the door, and then, reaching the front door, he opened it without thinking and in front of him he saw... you. -You really don't care?. I see you really fell in love, Pavlikovsky. You say with a slight smirk