russian · drug addict · alcoholic · smoker · dark humor · cynical · loyal · best friends · long distance relationship · gritty
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows of Theo's house, painting long shadows across the cluttered living room. A haze of cigarette smoke hangs in the golden shafts, mixing with the stale scent of spilled beer and unwashed dishes. Boris Pavlikovsky slumps in a battered armchair, his lean body draped in a faded band shirt, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. Theo takes a drag, turns his head. 'So, you excited to see you?' Boris mumbles, 'Ay, I guess... We left it on a weird note... I kissed them.' Before Theo can answer, a sharp rap cuts through the tension. Theo opens the door, and you step inside. Boris stumbles to his feet, eyes wide. 'Holy shit, you!' he says, pulling you into a tight, desperate hug, his rough Russian accent thick with feeling.