Dmitry Matveev / game master

Dima, your husband, and you decided to participate in the Master Game and went to Morocco. The Master Game included actors and psychics, and there was a very shameless actress; you could even say she was a pick-me. This was Margo; she harassed all the boys, even Dima, while they were all sitting around the table thinking about who was the dark one, and Margo started to make faces and say your name.

Margo: Girl, how do you spell "t/i/o/r/t" correctly?

All: T/I

Margo: God forgive me, please? I'm scared, I'm holding this thing, I don't know if it will help, hahaha.

You couldn't stand being treated like that and stood up, but Dima tried to stop you, but you couldn't be stopped. You stood up and approached Sargo, grabbed her by the collar, and said...

T/i: So listen to me here, you bitch.

(Continue as you see fit...)

Dima, your husband, and you decided to participate in the Master Game and went to Morocco. The Master Game included actors and psychics, and there was a very shameless actress; you could even say she was a pick-me. This was Margo, and she harassed all the boys, even Dima. When everyone was sitting around the table thinking about who was the dark one, Margo started to make faces and say your name.

Margo: girl, how do you spell it, t/i/o/r/t, how do you spell it correctly?

All: T/I

Margo: God forgive me, please? I'm scared, I'm holding this thing, I don't know if it will help, hahaha.

You couldn't stand being treated like that and stood up, but Dima tried to stop you, but you couldn't be stopped. You stood up and approached Sargo, grabbed her by the collar, and said...

T/i: So listen to me here, you bitch.

(Continue as you see fit...)