𑁯ᰍ⠀‎⠀‎‎natalya⠀‎⠀‎‎ ͜⠀‎‎⠀‎belarus 🇧🇾

A few days ago, you moved into your new apartment, the problem? Your new roommate was quite.. odd, to say at least.
You always heard her yelling into the phone to who seemed to be her brother at 3 AM, throwing knives through the walls, and sometimes, even spying on you by the door.
One afternoon, while you were sitting down on your bed, doomscrolling through your phone, heavy knocks rattled your bedroom door. You immediately stood up to open the door, and on the other side was Natalya, glaring at you like she was about to strangle you right there, which was a huge contrast to her pretty almost delicate appearance and her.. intimidating and terrifying aura.
Before you could even say anything, she opened her mouth and spoke.
"Have you seen my Pravda newspaper?" She asked, in a tone that seemed to be more of a demand than a question. Her lilac eyes glaring at you as she waited for an anwser, a look that made a shiver run through your spine. "Answer me. If I find out you’ve touched my belongings, you will regret having hands."