A person from the past, never stays in the past.
 

On behalf of Chris.

It's been about an hour and a half now, and I'm on my way to the rendezvous point... pretty soon, I might be able to let go of the past and get back together with my mother.
And then I got there. I took a bottle of champagne under my armpit, quickly opened the car door and went to meet my future "classmates" of the project.

All was well until I got out of the car...

Masha, what... what beauty has come to us?

Hearing these words, it was like my world collapsed. Don't think wrong, of course I receive compliments, etc. But this is not about these compliments, it is in the person who said these words.
Who would have thought that I would meet the one ... because of whom I once became devastated and to this day, feel apathy towards all. This girl leaving my life changed me. And unfortunately not in a good way.

Memories (5 years ago)

2018. I'm Chris , I'm 23 years old.
Lately I love to hang out in clubs, not once in these past few weeks have I bypassed Enjoy on the weekends, side. I can be counted as dwelling there.
But for now, I had to visit a club in Khabarovsk.
As I walk past the toilets I notice a conflict brewing between the two girls. One, looks like a typical slut, and the other is quite unusual... she has "blackwork" tattoos on her neck and arms. She looks quite attractive, but at the same time she has a temper. She stands and raises her voice at the girl, who yells back. In a moment more, the tattooed woman swoops in with her fists, at the girl.
Suddenly, the guard of the club comes up to the tattooed girl.

Excuse me, I have to kick you out of here.)
Tattooed woman, you want to go fuck yourself?
Ohr- come on out...
tattooed- hands off, motherfucker! I'm gonna fuck you up!

I gotta do something to help her out.

Chris-hello, listen, Vitya... there's been a misunderstanding. My friend went through and I did not follow her, please forgive me)
Tattooed-a?
Ohr-okay, Chris. Your friend got lucky for today) rest up.

 

As soon as the guard left, I noticed the girl's questioning look.

Tattooed-but how?
Chris-connections and stuff, I'm Chris by the way...
Masha, I'm Masha, thanks for helping me out.)
Chris, can I buy you a drink?
Masha, I'd love to.

After talking to her a little bit, I found out... Masha is from Pskov, she is 22 years old, and the rest I could not find out. The girl painfully did not tell anything about herself, only stories from life. But even that pleased me. I was glad that we didn't just talk or... fuck, as usually happens in my life. We're communicating. And I get to know her... even if just a little bit.

Chris- nice lipstick...
Masha-ah... thank you.
Chris- I think if it was smudged, it would look better. What do you think?
Masha-what do you mean by....

​

Before she could finish talking, I pulled her into a tender kiss... She was in a stupor for a moment, but after a few seconds. She kissed me back.
I didn't really care that we were in a crowded place, in a club. All my attention and all my thoughts were filled with something else...
As time passed, I began to deepen the kiss... simple gentle kisses turned into passionate ones. My hands roamed over the tattooed woman's thighs. Running my hand along the inside of her thighs...I didn't give a fuck that we were in a club, I was ready to continue...when suddenly.

Masha-I can't.
Chris-I understand, well, who shall we go to? me or you?
Masha-think I'm gonna fuck you? You're wrong, I'm not that easy.

She got up from her seat and started walking quickly toward the exit of the club.

Chris- hey, babe. Where were you going so fast?

I just thought, "Well, fuck it. I don't intend to chase some bitch. Fuck, I have a flight in the morning... in three hours. I quickly ran out of the club and ordered a cab and went home to get my stuff.

After taking a shower and eating something to eat, I went to the airport. There I safely boarded the plane and flew to Moscow. While on the plane I remembered everything that had happened at the club. My thoughts were filled with the girl from Pskov, who turned me down and walked out of the club. No, Chris... did she turn me down? No, no, it cannot be. Or could she? Shit.

As soon as the plane landed in Moscow, I went to the enjoi.
Why not? It's worth it to unwind.

Chris- hey, bartender, listen up... pour me something expensive)
bartender-- you got it.

In a few minutes, the alcohol is in my blood... and I'm out on the dance floor.

- I see you're bored, so how about a little fun? -taking another girl to me, Chris says.
-You know, I don't mind your company. -The girl says these words, with a satisfied smile.

Holding out her hand to her new toy, we move toward the couches. I collapsed on the couch, the girl, sitting on top of me, just smiles. I pull her into a passionate kiss, to which she reciprocates... my hands roam her taut body...

-I propose to me, how about it?
-If you have a drink, I'm in.

When we left the club, we called a cab and went to this girl's house... We went to her apartment and continued our business... The next morning, I woke up to the doorbell ringing.

-Fuck, who the fuck is there at this hour?! -I swore. -I swore.

I was still lying in bed, while the girl went to see who it was that brought her... A couple of minutes later I opened my eyes and saw the very same girl from Khabarovsk in front of me... Masha.

-Chris, a friend came to see me, you should dress... Anyway, I'm going to the store. You guys go ahead without me.

The girl went to the store, leaving us alone...

-What the hell are you doing here?! -Did you seriously fuck my friend?! -That's all Masha did, was raise her voice at me.

​

I had to shut her up with a kiss in the morning. Oddly enough, at one point, the tattooed one even responded to the kiss. But later, she stopped... and gave me a big slap in the face.

-What are you doing?!
-Calm down, baby. I was just trying to shut you up. -I said with a chuckle.

-I don't need your help. Who the fuck do you think you are? Rich, arrogant... Get the fuck away from my friend! -aggressively, said Masha.

-From that whore? -No problem at all. I just needed her for one night, and so do you.

-Get out of this apartment! You filthy scum... Were you brought up by your parents?!

When she brought up my parents, I didn't want to show my weakness, so I just said...

-that was unnecessary.

-What? -the tattooed one looked at me with bewilderment.

I walked briskly towards the exit of the apartment, and at the end I said:

-I don't have a father, and my mother doesn't give a fuck about me... she never chose me. -Finished, I slammed the door with all my might.

Four days later.
-Fucking hell, are you out of your fucking mind? -How can you trade a movie for a betting match?
-Chris, please come with us and then we'll go to the enjoi or your house.) -Ari and Veronica were talking me into it.

-All right, but since when are you interested in betting fights?
-We'll have a friend there, she's from Pskov. We want to meet her, and we'll bet on her. She always wins. Plus I introduced you, in case you start an affair there, ahahaha. - Veronica said with a chuckle.

-Romance? Are you serious? You know I'm against the system! But okay, then after we go to my place. We'll have a drink, a kebab. All right.

Romance... or love? What is love...? It's a concept I don't know. Ari and Veronica... they have a relationship, they tell each other "I love you." But is it true? I don't believe in love. Maybe because I've never been in love...maybe because I've never been loved? I don't know. Or maybe it's because love never happened in my life at all. I used to play with people, to fuck, but not for love. And all the relationships I've had... they've only been either free or for sex. There couldn't have been any other kind.

A couple of hours later, we went to the fights. There we were safely seated and waiting for the start.

-and so invited to the ring <<...>> and a guest from Pskov. Macha Rukopaha.

Well, I wonder, what is this Maha Rukopaha. The one who's going to hang out with us.
Suddenly she comes into the ring. She's someone I didn't expect to see.

-She's your friend...? -Surprisingly, I ask the girls.

-Yes, yes, Masha. She's really cool.)

I sat in a fuck. The fight began, all the people were cheering for whoever they bet on. I was the only one sitting and looking at the brown-haired girl... when suddenly, she turns around and catches my eye...
I don't know what to do and just stare at her further, after a second, she takes her gaze away and throws her opponent into a deflection, thus winning.

-Cool, huh? Chris! Hello, can you hear me?! -wiping her hand in front of my eyes, Ari shouted.

-Yes she is. -I'm fucking cool.

​

she's really powerful, how has she not killed me yet...?

Five minutes later, Ari, Veronica, and I headed for the exit. Masha was already waiting for us there.

-What is this beauty, came with you? - Lebedeva said, laughing a little.

Apparently I understood her plan ... well, then, play along with her. We'll pretend that we don't know each other.

-Hi, I'm Chris. -I'm forcing a smile out of me.
-I'm Masha, you know... it's strange that we still do not know each other, because I'm friends with Ari and Veronica long enough).

-I'm surprised myself. -a little playful.

We all got in my car and drove to my place. When we got there we had to share rooms.

-Come on, look, you can basically sleep the three of you in one bed. It's big.

-Why can't I sleep in another room? -Masha asked.

-(Because we have friends coming over) and there are two people in each room. The rooms are already occupied.

-Chris, let Masha sleep with you tonight. What's with all the fucking stalling? -Reported Veronica.

Lebedeva and I looked at each other. I agreed after all.
Eventually all our guests arrived and the party started. Masha took me aside.

- Okay, let's do this. Forget our meeting in Khabarovsk and that's it, ok?

-Mashenka, you've been very bad to me. I was already hoping for a good night, and you just dumped me.

-Christine, I don't want the girls to know we kissed.

-Baby, you were way out of line when you said about your parents... Besides, I'm willing to forget everything that happened... on one condition.
-Okay, what's that?

-You'll live with me in this house. Two months, okay? Or... I'll tell them that we've already met and that we almost slept together...

-Okay, but don't tell them.
-Can you at least lend me a kiss?
-Don't get your hopes up, shtrfond!

On behalf of Masha.

All night long, Chris tried to get my attention. Naturally, I pretended not to care. She asked me to dance, offered me a drink together, etc..
Suddenly, I notice that for about an hour, Kris doesn't come near me. I don't know why, but I missed her attention. Usually she's always hanging around me, and then... suddenly she's gone. I decided to go to the second floor to see where she was.
Eventually, after a few minutes, I heard moaning... from the room. I decided to see who it was.

-Ah... ah... Chris...
-Hush, baby! -Somebody opened the door.

When I got in, I closed the door and turned on the light.

-Kris? -Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.)

Chris quickly pushed the girl away from her and threw a blanket over her...she kicked the girl out and grabbed my arm. Then she closed the door to the room...

-What do you want? -I'm gonna go, okay?
-Well, baby, what do you want?
-I'll go.
-But, baby, wait! Are you mad? Are you mad that it wasn't you?

Why do I get the feeling that Chris is right? But she's not. I don't even like her!

-No, I'm not offended. Why should you be? You think too much of yourself.)
-If that's the case, why don't we go to bed? Listen, Mash...
-What?
-If you don't mind, I'd like us to be friends.
-Come on, I've got two months to live here with you anyway.

 

on Kris's behalf.

​

The next day, after seeing everyone off. We chatted with Masha.
-Do you remember when you told me about my parents? -Can I trust you with my story?
-Of course, Chris...

I told her about my childhood, and I didn't care that I'd known her for a few days. I needed to at least tell someone my story.
After my story, I listened to Masha. She told me about her horrible past. She and I were a lot alike...

One month later. We were already pretty good friends. We spent time together, went to a club ... I even gave up the girls I was hanging out with for one night.

After another month.
-Mash, today is exactly two months since we lived together... and
-Cristy, if you don't mind, I'd like to continue living with you. You really opened up a new side to me and I'd really like to be with you all the time.

-You're a very important person in my life, too. By the way, why Christy?
-Well, everyone calls you Christine or Chris, and I want me to be different. So I'm going to call you Christy to be your own person.

-Believe me, you're already different to me.

-What? What do you mean?
-Just forget it.)

Masha has really become my soul mate, I blossom next to her. I feel comfortable with her, but to say that I love her... I can't. I don't think I'm capable of love. It's more like sympathy.

after three months. I don't know what's going on with me... apparently I'm in love.

Masha and I are walking on Red Square, and suddenly some guy comes up to us...

-Hi, can I introduce you?
-I'm sorry, guy. We don't want to make new acquaintances.)
-Hey, relax. I'm proposing to your friend. Why, are you responsible for her?
-Da pashtamushta, fuck! -I pushed the guy hard enough to make him fall. Then I took Masha's hand and led her away.

-What was that?
-Kid, I don't want you to meet him.
-Why are you deciding for me? -Why do I want to meet him?! What's gotten into you, what's wrong with you?!

-If you haven't noticed, you're everything to me, for fuck's sake! You've made me so happy in the last six months! I wake up and see you beside me and immediately a smile appears on my face! A smile. You know, a smile?! It's just dumb to have you around... Your eyes are the only picture I can look at endlessly... I like you! And if you want to go and meet him...

-Cristy... -Calm down, I like you too.
-Yeah, good luck... STOP WHAT, did you say you like me too?
-Yeah, I like you too.

With this began my first and last love story, it was my happiest year and a half... you may ask why only a year and a half? Because it happened...
One day, we decided to go to a club with some friends, and I was busy, so I decided to join in a little later.

So I get to the club, everybody's wasted.
I'm greeted by Veronica.

-Have you seen Masha?
-She was at the bar, I think. By the way, if you go to her... then let's go together, I want to get another drink.

Before I went to the bar, a girl I know flew up to me.

​

Hello, Chris. Let's dance, huh? You're always with your whore. I still can't remember that night two years ago.
-Fuck off, I got Masha. Hello, are you dumb or stupid?
-Oh, you mean your girlfriend? Who's making out with another chick? -Oh... I blabbed, that's embarrassing)

-What are you talking about?

Of course I did not believe her, and went with Veronica, to the bar. But unfortunately, that's where I saw my girlfriend making out with some chick with dreadlocks.
I quickly pushed Masha away from the girl and punched the girl with dreadlocks, right in the face.
What I saw brought tears to my eyes...
-Why...? Why are you doing this to me? Am I somehow not satisfying you? Or what?!
-Chris... I didn't mean to, I really didn't...

Masha started crying... Well, I can't do that.

-Mash, I really thought we were in love, but I guess... I was wrong, because you trampled my love. Good-bye... baby, I love you...

♪ end of memories ♪