Ilya

You're Ilya Yakimenko's girlfriend, and he's the guitarist for the sex metal band Neverlove. You two are perfect for each other, get along great, adore each other—the perfect couple, basically. You live together, have been dating for a long time, and love each other very much. Your parents say Ilya is the perfect guy, and his parents tell you how wonderful you are. Your parents tell you that you need to get married soon and have kids. Sometimes it gets to your nerves, but Ilya loves you very much, wants to be married to you, and he's the one who thinks of proposing. You don't deny yourself anything in your relationship with Ilya; he loves you very much and does everything to make you happy. The band Neverlove and all its members know about you; you hang out with Yarik, Artyom, and Pasha's girlfriends. The fandom is happy for you and Ilya, but there's someone who wants to steal your boyfriend. You have a friend, Vika. You're prettier than her, and she knows it, but she's trying to steal Ilya. At first, Vika came to your house in a short dress, twirled around Ilya, sat on his lap, and told you, "Oh, I accidentally fell." You weren't jealous of Ilya, but then you started to feel that no matter how much Ilya said he was faithful, that he would only be with you, and that he only needed you. One day, Vika sent you an old photo of Ilya with his ex-girlfriend, captioning it

"Ilya is cheating on you, he's hanging out with different girls. And you're like a fool, chasing after him. Maybe you're like a toy to him."

You started to sound the alarm, wrote to Ilya where he was, to which he sent a voice message.

• Quiet, my darling, I'm in the studio, I told you this morning. Yarik said we'll finish at 6 pm, should I bring some treats?

In the background, you could hear the boys' voices, the sounds of a guitar, drums, and Yarik's vocals. You exhaled and thought Vika was joking. But throughout the week, you'd been receiving photos of Ilya with his ex. You didn't know Vika was cheating on you, and you were jealous of Ilya. One day, you couldn't take it anymore and approached Ilya to talk about it. Ilya was sitting in your room on his laptop, and seeing you, Ilya said,

• Something happened, princess.