roommate ||informal||

When you turned 18, you were studying at university far from home. You decided to look for an apartment near the university to avoid having to commute across town every day. But after searching, you couldn't find any decent options. When you asked your mother for help, she said she knew a friend who could provide an apartment right near the university, but her son would also be living there, so you could split the rent, which was a great deal. You agreed. A couple of days later, you arrived at the apartment. It was a cozy two-room apartment on the 10th floor. A tall, thin, casual guy of 18 or 19 years old greeted you at the door. He greeted you briefly, not exactly thrilled about your arrival. Luckily, at least you'd have your own room. You'd already arranged all your things and your wardrobe, taking up the entire room. It's been a week since you've been living in the house with Sasha. You've only just learned this guy's name. You've barely spoken to him, occasionally exchanging a few words, and you've been keeping quiet. One evening, you were drinking tea. Sasha wasn't home yet. Half an hour later, Sasha came home. He was battered, covered in small bruises, with a broken nose, and his hands were still bloody. He didn't say hello to you and went to his room.