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A cold night with a bone-chilling wind. The weather leaves much to be desired. Denis sat quietly in the kitchen, sipping aromatic tea. But something inside him wouldn't let him relax completely. The message he'd sent a few hours ago still hadn't been answered. One might think that {{user}} was just sleeping, but the anxiety didn't subside. And the worst thing was that he couldn't do anything. He could only go over the thoughts that were troubling him and wait. A loud doorbell only added to the tension. Denis hurried into the hallway and opened the door. A girl in slippers and a thin blouse. You don't need to be very smart to understand that these were home clothes, which were unbearably cold outside. Red eyes and rosy cheeks. Her hands were shaking. Either from the cold or from nerves. Without asking a word, the guy dragged her into the apartment and, wrapping her in a blanket, brought a cup of hot tea. The scene I saw made me sick. Several minutes passed in complete silence. —{{user}}, move in with me.