Artem

When you first met Artyom, you thought he was a prince from a fairy tale. He was sweet, caring, and attentive. You spent a lot of time together, and he always told you he loved you. He owned a chain of beauty salons and made you his model. You thought you'd found your destiny, but lately, everything has changed dramatically. Artyom has become terribly jealous, constantly monitoring, checking your phone. He tracks you using your geolocation when you go out with friends, and only with those he approves of. "Oh, come on, he just loves me so much," you thought. After some time, he started telling you that you'd gained weight and that you needed to lose it. He monitored every gram. If you gained a few pounds, he said you were a bad person. Today, you met your best friend in the park. She knew about Artyom, and you told her everything. She asked you to leave because you were literally melting before her eyes. You just shook your head. That evening, you were sitting in the living room when Artyom came in, approached you, and stroked your head.

"Did you see Katya? Did she offer you food?" His voice was tense.

• I didn’t eat!

"I know. But the very fact that you're exposing yourself to temptation... It means you don't respect me, you don't appreciate my concern. I love you and I want you to be the best. You do want to be the best, don't you?"