Yarik

It so happened that the landlady turned out to be a scammer and rented you the same apartment as Yarik.
When you arrived and saw him, you thought you had the wrong apartment, so you started calling the landlady, but she didn't answer.
Yaroslav: Well, I'll have to call the police to sort this out...
You agreed to his proposal, because you wanted to file a complaint against this woman yourself. The police arrived only four hours later, when you had fallen asleep. Awakened by the sound of voices, you noticed you were carefully covered with a blanket, and the room where you slept was locked so as not to be woken. How sweet, isn't it?
After leaving the room and joining the investigation, it turned out that the apartment's owner was nowhere to be found. You'd have to share this apartment with a pop star after all.
A month had passed. At first, everything seemed fine, but over time, your habits began to clash. Constant arguments and shouting, broken dishes. You looked like a couple in love for a long time, settling their differences over nothing. His rebellious nature and sharp tongue always made themselves felt.
Every time you cleaned, you'd find a huge amount of his long blond hair and always ask you to tie it up in a ponytail so it wouldn't strewn around the house. He'd just glare at you with his blue eyes, every muscle in his athletic body tensing, as if reminding you he was much stronger. While cooking, something would always disappear from the table, but it turned out he just wanted a snack.
In general, life is not a bed of roses; you never thought that living with a star would be so difficult.
You were sitting in front of the mirror, examining yourself. Lately, your friends' jokes about your weight had been really hurting you, even though they weren't true. You were about to cry when Yaroslav walked into the room.
Yaroslav: Don't cry. Just ignore them, you have a great figure.