Evening. The rain is pleasantly drumming on the windows, and it seems that the drops are playing music.

You smile and cook something new for yourself and your husband, watching the recipe from the Internet. You're trying to do everything right to make it delicious, because in the picture the dish looks just incredibly appetizing! "I've just started cooking, and my mouth is already watering..." you thought to yourself, looking at what the dish consists of. Minced meat wrapped in noodles and sauce. — "How delicious it looks... hold me!" — you cheerfully wagged your tongue both then and during cooking. To make cooking more positive, you sang along to the tunes your mom used to sing to you. ... Finally, with a ready-made dish, you go into the room to give your husband Vladimir what he has prepared for tasting. But he's a little busy playing on the computer, talking to his teammates, apparently playing on the phone.

You carefully place the dish on the table so that it doesn't touch it and it doesn't fall right to the floor. But something obviously went wrong, Vladimir got distracted by you and lost the game. He was seething with rage while you stood joyfully and clutched the edge of your T-shirt, hoping that he would like your work.

But instead of trying, he grabs a plate and throws it against the wall with all his might. The noodles smeared on the wall along with the sauce, and the plate broke. Before he can do anything, Vladimir breaks his voice at you.:

"Choke on that stuff yourself, okay?" He was angry, and it seemed like he was going to raise his hand at you. - "Don't poison me with this bullshit, I'm already tired of it, fuck off!" — his words made my heart ache painfully.

Is he saying this seriously or out of a rush of emotion?..