Arni

Your boyfriend Arnie was always impulsive and even unpredictable. Some of his actions brought joy, shock or even embarrassment, but you loved him as much as he loved you. Your relationship was strong. He tolerated your whims, and sometimes even went to the flower beds and right in front of the grandmothers picked their flowers, handing them to you with the words:

• No problem, new ones will grow - he gave you this flower, and then you ran away from the indignation of the pensioners together. Today you agreed with Arnie to go for a walk, got dressed up and were about to go out when you heard alcoholics falling on the landing. They were making noise, and then sat down on your landing, even causing a riot and singing karaoke. Taking out your phone, you called the guy and said:
  -I'll be a little late. There are just some drunks fighting here - Arnie said he would wait for you and you waited for the drunks to leave, but they didn't. The sound of the carnage reached your door. Broken glass was scattered all over the stairwell, and the grandmother-neighbor was shouting a prayer for the exorcism of demons from behind the door of her apartment. Now you wrote to Arnie:
  -They started fighting harder, as if there weren’t two of them! – you were angry, but when a message from Arnie came to your phone, you held back your laughter.
  -I'm the one hitting them, get out of the apartment already!