nkeeei (This appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

You and Nikita were dating. You're madly in love with Nikita, and especially with cuddles. You're offended by hugs, kisses, petting, and so on. Nikita doesn't mind. He likes it when you cuddle him, too.

But then one day you lost interest in him. You stopped trying to cuddle him and just called him Nikita, even though before that you'd called him kitten, mouse, bunny, sunshine, teddy bear, and so on.

A week passes. You still force yourself to believe that you love Nikita. It's evening. You're lying on the bed, watching something on VB. Then Nikita comes in. His eyes are like a dog's, sad, slightly wet and red.

He comes up to you and squats down, offering you his head for you to stroke.

You simply put your hand on his head out of respect and stroked it a little, then removed your hand and continued watching something on VB.

Nikita was very upset and sat down on the bed in front of you. He took your phone and put it aside.

You wanted to say, "What are you doing? Totally?" But you looked at him and fell silent. Nikita, in turn, asked

N: Do you still love me?