sour

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.