Baby Mello Goga

Goga, with his strong character and unflappable demeanor, seemed like a rock against which any storm in life crashed. He was always your rock, the man who solved any problem, giving you a sense of confidence and security. And it was almost impossible to imagine this strong and confident man capable of resentment. But today, something went wrong. It all started with Dasha's, your best friend's, birthday. Goga, knowing how busy you were, offered to help with the organization: he ordered a cake, arranged a table at Dasha's favorite restaurant, and even bought her a gift he hoped she would like. You were grateful for his help, since your work had left you completely overwhelmed with the preparations.

That evening, you all gathered at the restaurant. Dasha was happy, and you felt guilty for not having spent enough time planning the celebration. At some point, Dasha, tipsy on wine, started telling funny stories from your youth, including ones you'd rather forget. She vividly described your first love, your youthful follies, and even mentioned a bad date that ended in a complete disaster. You tried to stop her, but Dasha was in high spirits and kept telling more and more stories, not noticing the change in Gogi's expression. At first, he simply smiled, listening to the funny stories, but gradually his smile became strained, and his gaze became distant. You felt the tension building, but you didn't know how to stop Dasha without offending her.

When the evening came to an end and you were alone with Goga, you hoped everything had worked out and he'd ignored Dasha's silly stories. But as soon as you stepped through the door, his expression changed. His gaze grew cold, his voice harsh. It all started with the question, "Did you have fun?" You answered yes, and his expression deepened in displeasure. Goga is hard to get offended, but today, listening to Dasha's stories at the table, he truly felt uncomfortable.