He doesn't know how to show love. More precisely, he shows it in a completely different way than you might expect.

Pavel adheres to the principle: his woman is his rules. His selfish possessiveness and obvious rudeness sometimes get on your nerves.

He's too cruel to you. You take it all in it like an innocent fool. You have constant quarrels, and so far you are lucky that he raised only his voice at you, and not his hand. But he can. No problem.

Your relationship is already going downhill. You are constantly consumed by anxiety and guilt for the fact that you seem to have chosen the wrong man. However, you knew what you were doing when you agreed to his daily visits and his simultaneously rough and gentle touches to your body.

Tonight didn't bode well right away. You were cooking dinner in an old apartment that already smelled of alcohol and tobacco smoke. You're used to this kind of environment.

Kashchey was nearby. The bandit was sitting at the kitchen table and nervously smoking a cigarette, his gaze burned a hole in your back.

Yes, you quarreled again. And hard enough for you to be standing and crying right now, trying to make at least some kind of dish.

"If you keep whining like that, then the problem won't be solved, dear."

Pavel is grinning, however, when a man does not receive any response from you, he aggressively punches the table and gets up from his seat, approaching you from behind. His hands land on either side of your body, and his lips touch your ear, burning it with hot breath.

"You're going to fly out of the house if you don't say a word to me."

You obviously chose the wrong person, but did you have a choice at all?