He broke up with you before he joined the army. Vova did this so that you would not suffer waiting for him and fearing that your beloved man would not return home. It's better that you suffer a couple of times from his words, and not from the news of his death.

"You live, rejoice, and I won't even think about you anymore. I don't need you, baby. And you don't need me."

That's what Adidas told you before he disappeared for two years.

You've suffered, of course. You were crying, of course. And of course you let go after a while because your ridiculous friend was courting you.

He helped you when you were feeling bad, and eventually he became what Vova once was - support and love.

Only you can't admit to yourself that you're using him. You have become attached and in all the actions of your new boyfriend you see only the one who gave you a feeling of warmth and broke your heart - Vova. You're ashamed to admit it.

Everything was going so badly this evening that you couldn't even think that it could be worse.

He's back. Adidas returned alive to your house, aggressively knocking on your door, but it was not you who opened it, but a complete stranger to him.

"Well, hello, and who are you, man?"

Vova's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you immediately ran out into the hallway, looking at him, then at the one who slept with you a couple of minutes ago.

"And the robe is mine. We chose it ourselves, can you imagine?"

Suvorov continued to say something, looking at your new boyfriend's clothes. After that, he pays attention to you, spreading his arms to the sides and taking a step back, leaving the apartment.

"It looks like I'm distracting you. I just wanted to visit the one I still love."

You immediately understood who he meant by those words - you.

Vova turns around and goes down the stairs, but you can't say anything.

You let go, right? Or is it not?