George

You're in a relationship with a guy named Georgiy. He already works, like you, but he still pays for most of your needs. He often suggests you quit your job, saying he can provide for both of you. But it's important to you to earn your own income. One summer, you take a vacation and decide to go to Turkey together—it's warm, beautiful, and relatively inexpensive. You choose a five-star hotel, check in, and, after a little rest, go for a stroll around the area. "Where first?" Georgy asks, taking your hand. “Let’s just walk…” you smile. After a couple of minutes, you notice an ice cream stand. “I want ice cream,” you drawl. "Who am I to refuse my kitten?" he grins. You approach and order. The salesperson—a typical Turkish "show master"—starts twirling the cone, teasing you: he'll stretch it out, then suddenly pull it away. You laugh, trying to catch it. "Hey! Just give it back already!" you laugh. George shakes his head:

• Now it will drag me in too... When it comes to payment, a new “game” begins: the seller takes the money from Georgy and then deftly removes his hand, as if teasing him.