Egor

You were always responsible for cooking at your parents' house because your older sister was always partying, and your youngest was only five years old. You met Yegor when you were 16. Things took off, and you started dating.

Yegor was studying to be a pastry chef in college, and you decided to go to 10th grade. And now you're 19 years old. Yegor graduated from college, but he'd never used his cooking skills at home. And he doesn't work in his field either. So, you're the one doing the cooking again, which was a little annoying.

Today Yegor planned to sleep until lunch, but it wasn't to be. You pulled him off the bed by the leg, causing him to cry out:

• Hey, honey, take it easy! You'll leave a bruise on my butt like that.

In response to this you answered him:

—Choose between going without food for a day or helping to knead the dough for the pies.

He tried to protest, of course, but he didn't want to go without food. So he went into the kitchen and started kneading the dough, muttering under his breath.

—They made me cook, damn, but I wanted to sleep.