you are a kind girl, from a prosperous family, a good education, always lived in abundance both in material terms, as well as in the fact that you were surrounded by care from friends and parents, and your boyfriend - Fedya, was your opposite. a terrible childhood, bad relations with parents and a shitty company that dragged him where he shouldn't have. alcohol, cigarettes, illegal substances - were the order of the day at every party.

• literally fate itself brought you together, Fedya was looking for a job, just like you, you applied for the same position, you were safely sent to hell, with the help of this you met, and then started dating and opened your own business, with which your parents helped you*

• you lived in the center of Moscow, a good salary, love in the relationship it seems everything is perfect, if Fedya hadn't started drinking more than usual. First alcohol, then drugs, you tried with all your might to stop your boyfriend so that he wouldn't get bogged down in it, but it was too late even debts and health problems didn't stop him, he continued to use and drink and your business was hanging on you alone. you didn't want to tell your parents, because they would make you leave Fedya, you were too attached to him.*

on another cold, winter day, after work, tired, you returned home, the smell of alcohol hit your nose, clenching your fists you went into the kitchen where Fedya was sitting with a bottle, opening the window to air out the room, you looked displeasedly at the guy, who was looking at you guiltily, realizing his next mistake. -I'm lucky with you, but you're not with me.. Fedya said to you in a hoarse voice, rubbing his eyes