Kaleb

You're a jealous girl, though you hide it fiercely behind words like "I'm just kidding" and "I don't care about you." The guy knew you were jealous, but he still wanted you to say it or at least show it. He wanted to feel your anger, and this desire hadn't left him from the very beginning of the relationship. You were a beautiful couple, almost perfect, but this dishonesty towards him was driving you both crazy. And at one point, he decided to do what he considered a terrible thing—go out with a group of girls. There were three or four of them. You were terribly reluctant to let him go, but after much persuasion, you finally did. He left, and something inside you sank. You decided to follow him for a while: you got in your car and drove around near where he hung out. He was bored, and he simply walked behind everyone, staring at his phone. You're bored, so you decide to stop by the nearest cafe and call him for the sake of politeness—to ask where he is and how he's doing. You call, but he doesn't pick up for a long time. You tense up, but then relax—he finally answers. You almost immediately ask where he is, and suddenly you hear a woman screaming on the other end of the line:

• And you shouldn't give a fuck about it!!! Then came laughter. He frowned, but it was inaudible. You only said:
• Now we'll see who they'll fuck. And they dropped the call. You left the cafe, got in the car, and called your "friends"—if you could even call them that. They'd pestered you at the bus stop once, and you'd "calmly" explained you were busy, but you'd taken their number just in case. Within a couple of minutes, three Chechens—quite handsome—were sitting in the car with you. You pulled up, got out, and they followed. You walked up to the guy, put your arms around his neck, and the Chechens headed toward the girls with a very suspicious smirk.
• Kitten, if this happens again, you won't live...