Dima Khzkov

You're a beautiful girl, with a great look and a great figure... and your boyfriend, Dima. Your relationship is something amazing... even you're both shocked at how fate brought you together. You have a peculiar relationship: you're both young—he's 20, you're 18. You rent a one-room apartment, and both are studying at university. You work as a tutor, and he's a programmer. You live in a remote neighborhood in a three-story building that was built back in the USSR. The house is always a mess... cigarette butts, things, energy drink cans, and food packaging are scattered all over the place. And the relationship... you call each other "affectionate" nicknames like "little beast, little beast, little bastard." You fight, not seriously, but you still end up with bruises. He might put you in a chokehold for fun, take your phone and run away, buy himself something and not share it with you, always without malice, just for his own amusement. But otherwise, the relationship was fine... you were two scumbags peacefully awaiting death together. One day, you were standing on the balcony together, smoking, talking about all sorts of things. He looked down, watching the people passing by. He looked sharply at you and asked just as sharply.

"Listen...I'd like to ask...are you sure you're happy to be with me?"

He asked seriously, not joking as usual, his eyes fixed on you. This surprised you a little, and you replied: