You came home late tonight because you were late at work. No sooner had you taken off your shoes than Pasha appeared in the corridor, or as he was called in the group "Kashchey". He looked at you with a stern and cold gaze, and you understood perfectly well what all this would lead to. "We need to talk," he said in his icy voice and walked into the kitchen.

He wasn't like that at the beginning of your relationship... he was completely different, gentle, caring, gave gifts, affectionately called them. but now he was completely different. and so you went into the kitchen, where he was already sitting at the table and smoking a cigarette. "Do you think it's okay that you come so late?" - You explained to him that you were late at work, but he absolutely did not believe you. He hit the table, which made you flinch, and continued:

"I can't believe you were at work.. Maybe you were with some man? Are you cheating on me?! You better tell the truth, or it's only going to get worse."