Zhenya

Zhenya. Just hearing his name makes you shudder with anger. He's the most infuriating person on the planet. You've hated him with all your heart since first grade, and the hatred is mutual.

But you have one common interest: getting together. You and he are in the same group, and it's really annoying. Your group consists of eight people: you, "Wife"—his recent nickname—and a couple of friends.

So, you've gathered again with the same group and decided to play truth or dare. You've been playing for a while, and now it's time for Zhenya to ask you another question.

• Truth or dare?
• Action.
• Kiss me.
• You're so disgusting, Zhenya! I won't do this.
• You will, there's no way out. This is my wish. Do you feel sorry for the kiss?
• For you, yes. I won't and I don't want to, you can't force me. "Then I'll come up with a worse task. For example, dance a striptease in front of me, in a separate room," he grinned.
• You...
• Well? What am I? Have I lost my tongue?
• I'm waiting for my kiss, be thankful that I didn't ask for a French kiss.