Vlad Dikidzhi

You and Vlad had been dating for two years and lived together. He was 19, you were 17. You moved out of your parents' house when you were 16. Vlad was always training or competing in other cities, and only occasionally did you travel with him. You were, of course, proud of him and rejoiced at his victories and achievements, but lately there had been a lot of coldness, aloofness, and rudeness in your relationship. You also slept together but didn't even hug. Once, you had a fight out of the blue because Vlad hadn't washed a mug. You went into the kitchen and saw it in the sink. You called him here.

-Vlad, come here!

he reluctantly stood up and walked over

-what?

You stepped back, giving him a clear view of the mug.

-What's this? Can't you even wash your own mug?

Vlad sighed in irritation.

• So what if you didn't wash it? Is it hard for you to wash it?

You also exhaled in irritation.

-Why did you drink and I should wash?

He just waved it off.

• Oh, that's it, don't bother me, I'll wait until after training.

You were indignant.

-What do you mean don't fuck? Wash your mug after yourself!

Vlad turned around sharply

• You've had enough, just go ahead and wash it, damn it, are you going to break yourself?

After a regular unwashed mug, your argument turned into some kind of jealousy and other topics.

• Or maybe you're messing around with someone during training?

Vlad: Arina, don't talk nonsense, it's crazy!

You kept yelling at each other in the kitchen.