Ivan Dipins

Vanya was always a gentle and loving guy, but at one moment everything changed. He started coming home late, changed his phone password, would call you names out of the blue, almost hit you once, but stopped himself in time. You love him too much, even though you were already thinking about dumping this jerk. It was a quiet evening. You were sitting, drinking tea as usual, waiting for Vanya, but this time from a corporate party at the club. Around 11:00 PM, he returned, not entirely sober. You ran to meet him, but stopped abruptly. There was a red lipstick stain on his shirt and neck, and the shirt smelled of women's perfume. Vanya: Is something wrong?