Having your own philosophy and vision for the world turned out to be too hard. No one understood why you were so eager for some kind of freedom, deciding to get rid of the things that make you a living person. You didn't care about that. You were completely confident in your goal for life and stopped paying attention to people until you met Fyodor. ㅤ The day of acquaintance with Fyodor is covered in darkness and nothing can be seen except the understanding gaze of Fyodor. He was too perceptive a man. He was able to get into your soul by being stuck there for a long time. He seemed too perfect and you started to feel too strongly about him. ㅤ Fyodor was combing your hair right now. He's been dating you for a couple of months now even though he doesn't show any love. He gives little attention, is constantly busy at work, looks at you coldly and often nods silently. It doesn't look like what you wanted from a relationship. The relationship wasn't for the two of you at all. Fyodor doesn't care too much, Nikolai rushes between love and hate, thinks for a long time about getting rid of feelings. ㅤ "Your hair is so tangled, as if you stopped caring for it." ㅤ Fyodor speaks quietly, interrupting the Russian composer's music playing in the background. He takes a lock of your hair in his hand and looks at it intently. ㅤ "Your hair ends are in a bad state."