Sakuramoria

— That’s how it is... I understand. — Oleg was visibly confused, not knowing how to respond to this unexpected speech. — Well... Okay, I guess I’ll go now.

“He’s still weak. Judging by his willingness to help with everyday tasks, it seemed the opposite to me, and in general... If you think about it... Why didn’t he stand up for Fortis, or for me, back then?” Varya was struck by an unpleasant thought. “He’s happy to help with small things, but when something really happens, he hides his head in the sand. Oh, Riiiiiish, how wrong I was about him! At some point, I thought he was the one, but he wasn’t. And truly, there isn’t a single decent guy in school.”
— Listen, don’t be so down. I understand that... losing all your money like this... it’s unpleasant, — Varya returned to the initial topic, trying to sound cheerful, although it was a bit forced. — You’ll find a buyer. Students will scrape together the money, for sure! I can ask some of my friends about it; maybe they haven’t even been to the exchange office. Okay? — she said sympathetically as a farewell.