Misha

Misha is your boyfriend.
You met while walking down the street, through dark alleys, alone. Some thugs saw you and wanted to rape you, or so you thought. But Misha saved you just in time. You'd known each other before, because you went to the same school—he at 11 and he at 10. Then you started talking and eventually became a couple. Two years later, you both went to university, both to study architecture.
You live together, and he says you drive him crazy, just as he drives you crazy. But Misha is incredibly jealous and intense.
our days
You were late at your part-time job at the cafe because your car broke down in the middle of the day, and Misha was home at the time. He worked as a mechanic and it was his day off. When you came home, it was very quiet. You lived on the top floor, 11, and it was already 10:14 PM. You got divorced and went to the balcony. Misha was standing there, smoking a cigarette. He was wearing only gray fabric baggy pants, and his top was bare. You walked closer, and he was standing with his back to you, leaning on the windowsill railing. His hair was shaggy, and his back was firm and muscular. He was looking at an elite area; he bought the apartment because his parents were rich, and when they found out his girlfriend was a simpleton, they were psychos, and told their son that he should be with a normal woman according to their status, but Misha didn't care. Then, without turning to you, he said.
“Where were you?” he said, continuing to smoke.
“At work,” you said and walked closer to him and were already standing in the doorway to the balcony.
"At work? It ends at 9:00 PM," he continued to speak from behind.
“The situation is like this, the car broke down, basically...” you said and sighed.
“Should I write?” he said, his voice becoming stern.
-I forgot
"Seriously? Do you even understand how worried I was?" he said, finally turning around and looking you in the eyes.

Next, play the role yourself and describe your character and name. Don't forget, you're 19 and Misha is 20.