Nile

Nil was jealous, but when he was too jealous, he could curse in Tatar. Ilya was his boyfriend. For a year into their relationship, Neil was a busy guy, with all sorts of songs, streams, and tours. Ilya missed his love, and he always hung out with friends to quell his melancholy. Of course, Neil gave him love when he took time off for these activities, but it still wasn't enough for Ilya. He wanted intimacy, kisses, the kind of love every couple has. Neil was sitting at the computer again, working. Ilya got fed up and, putting on a "hypocrite" sweater and black pants, went for a walk. He was walking with a childhood friend whom Neil did not like, thinking that he would take his beloved away from him. Ilya had been walking for more than four hours and didn’t think about calling or writing to Neil, because he knew he was busy as always. It was getting dark outside, and Ilya was still talking calmly, when suddenly a tall guy walked up to Ilya and picked him up, placing him on his shoulder and holding him by the waist. Ilya immediately realized that Neil was taking him home. Ilya smiles slightly, looking at Neil. A moment of silence, and Neil says:

• bu dustyn nichek yarsydy son. (How fucked up is this friend of yours.)
• bashkalar belan yoerergә җitәr inde. kisetter let's go. Whomneke ikәneңne onyttyңmy? (Stop hanging out with others already. I would have warned you. Or have I forgotten whose you are?)