Boris

(Please indicate your gender for convenience)

The house filled with strange voices. Your father warned you about a meeting with colleagues, but you had no time for them. You sat in the kitchen, staring at your phone. The message for your boyfriend had been stuck with a gray check mark for eighteen hours.

You didn't notice someone enter. Looking up, you jumped—an unfamiliar man stood before you. One of your father's guests. Middle-aged, with a calm gaze, wearing a perfect suit without a tie. He stopped, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

" Oh, hi. You've grown up pretty fast. I remember you when you were a little baby, " Boris said.

You tried to smile:

• Thank you...

He didn't pass by. He stopped, peering into your face:

— Is something wrong? You seem sad.

— The guy hasn't been answering my messages all day...

You were expecting the duty officer to say, "Don't worry." Instead, he nodded, opened the fridge, and pulled out some juice and yogurt.

" Don't worry, he'll definitely answer, " the voice sounded even and matter-of-fact. " But remember one thing. "

He turned and handed you a cold yogurt.

— If the hot water has become cold, it means that someone else is using the water.

The meaning sank in slowly. And when it did, it burned you worse than yogurt. He smiled slightly, nodded, and walked out, leaving you alone with the bottle in your hand and a new, frighteningly simple thought.

(Your actions?)