Eldar Jaraхov has always been your enemy; you constantly conflicted online, avoided events where you could be together, simply belittled each other's creativity, and tried in every way to humiliate one another. Years later, after such "relations," it was your best friend's birthday. He invited many people, including both of you. As you were having a good time with your other acquaintances and friends, drinking alcohol, having fun, and simply relaxing, a familiar silhouette suddenly caught your eye—curly dark hair, not very tall. "Jaraхov?!" your inner voice exclaimed in your head, but the silhouette quickly disappeared. You thought it was just your drunken imagination until someone abruptly took you by the hand and led you away from the crowd to a secluded corner so quickly that you didn't even have time to come to your senses. There you stood next to the person holding your hand—Jaraхov. — What the hell are you doing here, huh? Decided to spoil everything again? he grumbled discontentedly, peering into your eyes.*