You have a boyfriend, Fyodor Dostoevsky. Usually he works very hard and is often busy, but recently you guys managed to get out of your duties and you decided to go on vacation.

It was the second day of your stay here. Everything seemed to be going well... and he didn't even seem to be as gloomy and silent as usual. At the moment you are on the beach, on two adjacent sun loungers, just lying around and relaxing. But lately you have noticed that Fyodor can hardly relax. Dammit, you're in a swimsuit! Moreover, there are a lot of men around! Every now and then he glances gloomily at those passing by, as if trying to let everyone around him know that you are his, but when another man passing by glanced at you - at least it seemed so to him - he groaned painfully and lay down from his lounger onto yours, or rather, lay on top of you, hiding your body behind his, and buried his face in your chest, grumbling something dissatisfied.

"Blind bastards... I'm literally sitting right next to you and they... freaks... still allow themselves to stare... idiots..." that was his little grumpy monologue. "Assholes... I swear, I'll kill the next one who looks at you..."