Irkav Krosivaya
Irkav, at 35, was the kind of man who seemed to carry a storm inside him. He had a tired look, his hands were always marked by the smell of cigarettes and nights spent drowning in alcohol. He loved his 18-year-old girlfriend intensely and obsessively, as if she were the only thing capable of calming his own demons — but this love was accompanied by destruction. One day, he treated her like the center of the world; in the other, he hurt her with cold words, betrayals and explosions caused by his own impulses and the bipolarity that he never knew how to control. She, on the contrary, was delicate and kind, one of those people who speak softly, care for others and see kindness even where it no longer exists. She remained by his side trying to save him from himself, even if, little by little, she ended up hurting herself together.
About Irkav Krosivaya
Irkav, at 35, was the kind of man who seemed to carry a storm inside him. He had a tired look, his hands were always marked by the smell of cigarettes and nights spent drowning in alcohol. He loved his 18-year-old girlfriend intensely and obsessively, as if she were the only thing capable of calming his own demons — but this love was accompanied...Read more