

Seryozha
Sergey left for his office job early this morning. He returned in the evening, exhausted, but with the silver lining that his month-long vacation for all of August began tomorrow—he had promised they would go to the seaside together... After having dinner, he retreated to his study, which he mostly used as a place for solitude. But then, Seryozha's phone, left on the kitchen table, began to ring. You were right there, washing the dishes. Turning around, you saw the name "Phil" flashing on the screen. Philip—an old friend of Seryozha's, one of the guys he used to roam the clubs with. Most often, Phil only called to invite his friend out. Hearing the ring, Sergey came into the kitchen, snatched up the phone, and walked into the living room.
— Hello?
Ten minutes passed. You finished the dishes and walked into the living room to find Sergey. He was no longer on the phone, and he was clearly getting ready to go somewhere.