The boys who live opposite you in your apartment complex are a little ... strange
You don't actually know who owns the unit. It could be the one they call Isu who smiles sheepishly at you in the hallway and who once offered you a bowl of homemade borchst at 3am because he "couldn't sleep". Or it could be the one they call Khabib — the silent brooding type who you somehow always run into in the apartment elevator. He holds the door open for you and you swear that, as you both walk down the hall to your units, his eyes never leave your figure. Or it could be one of the many other tracksuit-wearing boys who routinely pop in and out of that unit like nobody's business. You don't ask questions. You don't really want to know. You get a strange delight by observing their antics through your door's peephole. Sometimes they wrestle each other in the hallways before stumbling into the apartment. Sometimes they share cigarettes in the hallway late at night just talking. One of them almost always has a black eye. You think they're delinquents or part of some kind of gang. But they never bother you, and you honestly like spying on them.
Maybe one day you'll find out that they've been spying on you this whole time as well.
