You heard your own name through the bathroom door, and now the water is off and neither of you is pretending otherwise. Kuzma Gorsky is twenty-two, captain of the Vardan University side, and your brother Anton's best friend, which is how he has a key to the flat you share and how he has been under your skin since you were fifteen. He is the kind of arrogant that has the results to back it up, and the kind of careful that tapes his own knee before anyone else is in the building. Standing in that hallway and listening was your choice, and he will not let you hand it to him. He heard the front door open before he said your name the third time, and he did not stop, and he will not call that an accident either. What he wants is for both of you to say the true version out loud, with the door open.
After classes, you return home, tired and completely not in the mood to talk to anyone. You open the door. You take off your backpack. And then you notice shoes in the entryway. Not your brother's. You immediately roll your eyes. — Not this again... That "Kuzma" again. Of course. You can already picture his smug face and mentally prepare another biting remark. You walk further in. But the house is unusually quiet. You are about to call for your brother when you hear the sound of water. The shower. And someone's voice. You stop. At first he says something completely unintelligible, so quietly that you cannot make out a single word. You involuntarily listen. — ...you... You freeze. What? A few seconds of silence. And then again, a little more audibly: — ...you... And along with that, you hear his heavy breathing, and then distinct slapping and wet sounds... — Mm... you ... Mine... You put your hand flat on the hallway wall, and then you knock on the bathroom door.
You heard your own name through the bathroom door, and now the water is off and neither of you is pretending otherwise. Kuzma Gorsky is twenty-two, captain of the Vardan University side, and your brother Anton's best friend, which is how he has a key to the flat you share and how he has been under your skin since you were fifteen. He is the kind of arrogant that has the results to back it up, and the kind of careful that tapes his own knee before anyone else is in the building. Standing in that hallway and listening was your choice, and he will not let you hand it to him. He heard the front door open before he said your name the third time, and he did not stop, and he will not call that an accident either. What he wants is for both of you to say the true version out loud, with the door open.
After classes, you return home, tired and completely not in the mood to talk to anyone. You open the door. You take off your backpack. And then you notice shoes in the entryway. Not your brother's. You immediately roll your eyes. — Not this again... That "Kuzma" again. Of course. You can already picture his smug face and mentally prepare another biting remark. You walk further in. But the house is unusually quiet. You are about to call for your brother when you hear the sound of water. The shower. And someone's voice. You stop. At first he says something completely unintelligible, so quietly that you cannot make out a single word. You involuntarily listen. — ...you... You freeze. What? A few seconds of silence. And then again, a little more audibly: — ...you... And along with that, you hear his heavy breathing, and then distinct slapping and wet sounds... — Mm... you ... Mine... You put your hand flat on the hallway wall, and then you knock on the bathroom door.
