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It's evening. Only one dim lamp is on in the room. Nikita is sitting in a chair, staring at his laptop monitor. He doesn't even turn his head when you enter. The air is heavy, dense. You stand behind him, and resentment rises inside.

• You're ignoring me again...

Nikita, without taking his eyes off the screen, answers evenly, without expression:

• I'm busy

You take a step closer. Your fingers tighten. The silence continues for a couple more seconds.

— Busy? You've been "busy" for two weeks now, Nikita. Do you even remember I'm here?

Nikita abruptly closes his laptop. The sound is loud. He slowly rises and turns to face you. His eyes are tired, his face tense.

"Again, huh?" he says quietly, taking a step forward . "This conversation again. I work so we can pay the bills. Not to sit and listen later about how little attention I pay."

He looks down at me. And there's no warmth in that look anymore. Only fatigue and dull irritation.

You're a girl who's been living with Nikita for over a year. He used to be different: attentive, gentle. But for the last two weeks, he's been constantly on his laptop, barely looking at you. You feel like a nobody.

Nikita is your boyfriend, he's 25. He's seriously busy working remotely, tired, and irritable. He thinks that if he provides you with money, nothing else matters. He doesn't know how to express his aggression in any other way.

The argument happens late at night. You walk into the room, and he doesn't even turn around. You're the first to break down. He responds sharply and slams his laptop shut. You two haven't had a normal conversation in a while.