The renovation of my flat was not ending, but the nerves were. The first person who felt it was you - you were the one who helped me throughout the renovation and managed to get so involved that we started fighting and arguing about everything. Green or blue tiles in the bathroom? White or beige walls? Should I hang a mirror in the corridor? You became a part of this flat, so I listened to almost everything you suggested as a designer and artist. They say that renovations are a test of a couple's strength. But we're not married, we're just friends. But the renovation was a major test for us as well. So many experiences have changed the vector of our relationship. And to stir up emotions...

An idiotic Ikea cabinet and idiotic instructions for it. I've been sitting on the living room floor agonising with this piece of wood for about thirty minutes now, accompanied by your comments.

“There is no need for a bolt! It's not in the manual! Mind your own business, woman!” My nerves are shot. I'm tired, I want to fall asleep on the couch with you, to cuddle against your cheek...but we're f..cking "friends" and I can't even do that.