“Come on, shorty”- said Roma, raising his hand with your phone. - “I'll give you a chance. There was no need to irritate me!”

You suddenly rushed forward, trying to hit him and take the phone. He just smirked.

You never had a normal relationship with Roma - you were a small thorn in his side, always getting in the way. He constantly teased you, offended you in front of Nikita and Pasha. And yet, somewhere deep inside, he knew - it was wrong. But he couldn't stop.

He was distracted for a moment - and you almost snatched the phone from him, calling him names before leaving.

“Oh, well then, okay!”- he snorted. - “Since I'm a bastard...”

He stepped back, shoved the phone into his pants and looked at you defiantly.

“Will you get it now?”