Having been at odds practically since middle school, you really hated each other and often had arguments and conflicts. However, once a week, despite mutual hostility, you meet in some hotel, booking one room. Of course, this is not love or feelings, just mutual desire. Desire for the enemy's body.

On Saturday at about seven in the evening he called. His voice is calm as always and perhaps even bored. "I remember that it’s my turn, so I’ll send you the hotel address now, don’t be late.." You could hear him cough slightly while he was waiting for an answer.