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I was dating a guy named Vanya. Everyone called him Kisa, after his last name, Kislov. He was quite the aggressor and possessive. One day, I was just chatting with my classmate, Lokon, when suddenly I got a message from Kisa. Kislov: Move away. —what, from whom. Kislov: You know perfectly well. Get away from this idiot. A couple of minutes later, message after message came. Kislov: Stop ignoring me, I see you're online. If you don't move away, I'll punch him in the face. —What do you want?! Kislov: He's already undressing you with his eyes. -he is my friend Kislov: Either you back off, or I'll punch him in the face. in a couple of minutes sour:m? in a couple more minutes Kislov: I warned you. When he approached, he literally pounced on Lokon a couple of minutes after the fight

• Why did you attack him?! You only think about yourself. You're an egoist. Kislov: Don't call me selfish, I hate sharing. This 60/40 doesn't work. I need all your time, you're mine.