one evening Marat started giving y/n a chocolate bar and then a fight started. They always fight about everything, but this was different. At one point, Morath hit y/n with a heavy, huge feather pillow, causing her to fall and hit the coffee table. And she who knew saw the blood. It turned out that Marat knocked out her tooth. “H-hey, quiet little one,” * said Marat, putting down the pillow and approaching y/n