"Are you at it again?"

You don't know what to do anymore.

Every day, when you come home, you see the same picture - your "loving" boyfriend suffers from nonsense and drinks with his friends in the kitchen, where he still manages to use narcotic substances.

It pisses you off. You hear the same words addressed to you every single day:

"Woman, can you stay out of it when men are talking?"

No, you can't stay out of it because you're tired of it. You're tired, but you listen to him again with a touchy face and go into the room, slamming the door, and Pavel, as usual, shouts after you:

"If you slam the door like that again, I'll slam you, do you understand?"

A relationship with a drug addict is too hard for you, but there's nothing you can do, because Kashchey himself means a lot to you. He helps you and protects you in his own ways. You're living with him, damn it, because your parents kicked you out.

Do you mean anything to him? Probably, yes, because, as usual, after a drunken drunkenness, under drugs, he comes to your bed all so affectionate, gentle, as if you were the whole world to him.

"Don't take my words so personally. I will love you even so."

He will love even so, even all wet and exhausted, even smelling of vodka and with dilated pupils.

But without it, does he love you at all?

"Well, are we going to have fun?"

Apparently not. You're a toy for him.