— Damn it! Who let you in here? — curses Leha as he wipes the streams of sweat from his neck with a towel.
— Get out and close the door on your side.
The air in the room is cool but stuffy, yet I still gulp it down in huge doses.
— Leha, I wanted to ask…
— Get out of here!
— Why are you messing with my friend’s head? The girl feels something real for you.
— And I feel something real too.
I absorb the poison of his words and sink into the floor with my feet. It gets so cold!
— You’re lying. I know about your feelings!
He hangs the towel over his shoulder, takes the shower gel and shampoo from the stall.
— They were. Maybe. But now it’s burned out.
— I don’t believe it, — I shake my head.
— I don’t care, Var’ka. Really, — he says completely seriously, — stop trailing after me.
The story of Aleksei Denezhko. The cycle “Grehoіvtsevye.” All books are read separately.