Dima

You'd recently met Dima, and he'd started courting you. Dima was in college, like you, and you crossed paths in the hallway one day, and that's how it all started.

So today you decided to do a thorough cleaning of your house. You washed the floors everywhere with bleach, cleaned up, and now you were washing the floors in the large room, specifically the kitchen, which was combined with the living room. Suddenly, you heard the sound of a door slamming and saw Dima in his shoes, which were very dirty, but he was holding a bouquet of flowers. With a cheeky smile, you glared at him and said, approaching him:
"So, I'm here washing the floors with bleach, and you're walking around the apartment in dirty shoes." And literally minutes later, you were beating him with bouquets of flowers, and he was running away from you all over the apartment.

Dima ran out into the hallway while you were chasing him, hitting him with the bouquet, and suddenly Dima stepped on your dog's tail, slipped, and fell to the floor. A few seconds later, he came to, and you were standing in front of him, and he said:
— Am I dead?
You looked at him with even more anger and said:
— Not yet, but it’s not certain, everything can change.

• Understood