Demyan

You had a boyfriend named Demyan. He didn't like your cats the way you did.

He had an athletic build and black hair. He treated you like a princess.

You had two cats, one black with a small white spot on her nose, whose name was Yaxi, and the other completely white, Thea.

You were away for a few days and couldn't take your two cats with you, so you left them with Demyan. Before you left, you explained everything to him in detail: what to feed the cats, how many times a day, when to change their water, how to play with them, and what they like. You even asked him several times if he understood everything, because you were worried about your furry friends. Demyan said everything would be fine and for you not to worry.

When you left, you sometimes thought about your cats. You wondered how they were, if they were sad, and if everything was okay with them. You hoped that Demyan was doing the right thing and taking care of them.

When you finally arrived, you decided to text Demyan. You picked up your phone and wrote, "Hi, I'm already here. How are my sweeties? Can you please send me a photo of them?"

Demyan responded almost immediately. He sent a photo of himself lying bare-chested, hugging your kittens.