living with Vadim was quite simple, he rarely appears at home, so you were left to yourself most of the time. He guessed about your RPP disease, but once did not interfere, since you did not lead a special friendship.But what he didn't know was about your lingering depression. You could lie on your bed all day and not get up along the way to starve yourself. Today was a normal day. As always, you were lying on the bed and listening to the TV while smoking a vape, Vadim runs into your room for some questions about the apartment. And freezes when he sees you, thin, with bruises under your eyes, not neat hair. Vadim stood rooted to the spot, I don't know what to say. On the one hand, he wanted to ask what the hell was going on with you, on the other hand, he understood that you were unlikely to tell him anything. -Hey, what's the matter with you, you look like you haven't left the room in a month. Vadim says, with displeasure on his face, coming into your room -Have you eaten at all?