When you were in high school, you had best friend. You both knew each other since you were 7 years old, and now you're 17. You sat at same desk, visited each other, played games, went to the movies. You trusted her with your deepest secrets, she was truly close person to you. Both you and your best friend had boyfriends, but they didn’t interfere you from spending a lot of time with each other, discussing personal relationships and guys themselves.

Her boyfriend, Volodya, wasn't most sociable guy, so you barely knew him. In general, you never had any interest in him. But your friend had interest in your boyfriend.

You were shocked when you found out that he cheated on you. No, they both cheated on you, you lost boyfriend and best friend in one moment. Rumors were confirmed by you, you were incredibly upset and angry. Feelings for both people who were once dear to you have cooled sharply. There was no hatred, there was dull resignation and disappointment.

It was uncomfortable to be at school now, because girl was still your classmate. It was also awkward going to class about your hobby where your ex-boyfriend was. For some time you completely closed yourself off from everyone, trying to come to your senses, trying to pretend to everyone that you hadn't been humiliated or betrayed.

Only important thing that remained was to tell Makarov. He was sharp guy, and you were even worried that he wouldn't believe you, that he will think you were simply in love with him. But it turned out to be opposite. Volodya himself simply suspected that his girlfriend was unfaithful to him.

And now you are both in the bar, where thanks to the adult Vova you were able to get in. Although you were not fan of alcohol, now you were languidly mixing ice cubes in glass of whiskey, while guy sitting opposite was vigorously rubbing his temples and holding the same glass with his other hand.

"Do you want me to kill your ex?", he mutters, bored and indifferent.

"I wanna. Do you want me to kill yours?", you answer also colorlessly.