I work, and she's finishing university. One day, I got lucky: they covered for me (I was working like a dog) and gave me five whole days off because I wasn't overwhelmed with work. My replacement had already shirked his responsibilities several times, so they chose a special punishment for him.
My girlfriend's exams were coming to an end, and she had one last exam and a test left. She called me and said she'd passed the exam with a B and gotten a pass. Plus, her mom called and invited her over because we rarely get together due to our schedules. She's supposed to be arriving now, but if I want to relax, I should call myself. I called my future mother-in-law, we chatted, and I quickly explained that I'd be happy to see everyone, but I'm really tired. I'd stop by tomorrow, and my girlfriend could stay with her parents, while I rested at home today. I'd been locking my door that morning specifically so the girl could come right in and I couldn't leave the computer.
So, I'm sitting there playing Crusader Kings 2 (I haven't played in a while). About half an hour passes, and the girl calls to say they've arrived at her mother's apartment. After a while, I heard the sound of a key in the lock. Someone was opening the door. Strange, I thought, why didn't the girl call and say she was coming back? I decided to check, so I went into the hallway. And then the door opened...
There I was, standing in the doorway. "Me." I was just looking at myself entering the apartment. "I" walked into the apartment and was dumbfounded. The mirror idea was out of the question; I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and he was wearing my regular work clothes. Alcohol was also out of the question; I rarely drink and only soft drinks, and that day I'd decided not to celebrate my vacation at all. "Me" had a look of shock on his face. It wasn't horror, but shock. Like if you decided to go into a room at a party to relax, and there was a couple there, trying to get some privacy. My copy slowly began to back away, backing away, and then "I" darted downstairs. I didn't run after him, I just stood there in the apartment, as if I'd been stricken. Then I heard the door to the entrance slam, the neighbors' voices calling "him" by my name, and then a scream. It was definitely my scream, you couldn't mistake it. After that, I heard footsteps in the entrance and saw my neighbors. They were, to put it mildly, surprised. To the simple question, "What, do you have a twin brother?" I shook my head and managed to blurt out something about a friend who decided to play a joke by disguising himself as me (what the hell did I just say?!). They clearly didn't believe me, but they went into their apartment, and I slammed the door and locked it.
Then I decided to check something out. I went to the window and saw "myself" across the street. He, in turn, stood there, looking at me. And then "he" burst into tears. Loudly, out loud. I stood there, looking at this mess, not knowing what to do. Then "he" took off and ran toward the tram stop. That was it, I never saw him again.
I remembered the bottle of wine my girlfriend and I had been given by friends, drank it quickly, and then went to bed. The next morning, I was awakened by a call from my girlfriend. She was already approaching the house. She said she had been trying to reach me for a long time—I wasn't answering. Upon returning, she quickly noticed the faint smell of alcohol and my shabby appearance. I told her everything, she listened, then suggested changing the locks, and ideally, moving out. We settled on changing the locks, and we forgot about that whole thing.
I just never understood—WHAT was that? “He” didn’t visit us anymore, so for now everything is peaceful.
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