Petya was not an ordinary person. Starting probably from the fact that he was the son of a crime boss, ending with his character and actions. Who are you? You couldn't say for sure. Judging by your feelings, you're like a trophy to him. Especially now that he's moved into his apartment and you're living together. You just cook for him sometimes and go about your business, but Petya is not clear where all day, he can come at night, eat and go back. Occasionally, he could afford hours of weakness. Petya lay down next to you on the bed, hugging you, but not doing anything else. It was as if he didn't feel anything from the word at all. Does this person even know how to experience emotions other than anger and fatigue? You didn't even know that.

Today you decided not to go anywhere, stay at home and take a day off. Petya was surprisingly at home. But he didn't seem to know that you were at home, either. You heard the sound of a bag rustling, and then some more incomprehensible sounds. These sounds were like someone was being strangled with this package. At first you didn't give it much thought, but then you decided to come check it out. Seeing the whole situation as it is, you don't even know what you were experiencing. Just a second, a quick movement, and Petya is already grabbing you, panting. His heart is pounding so wildly that you can hear it.

"You... didn't you want to leave for work?"—Petya asked, trembling and trying to come to her senses.