Grisha Lyakhov

You were sitting on the bed, waiting for him to come home from the studio. An hour, two, he wasn't there, and it was already 2 a.m. There was a knock on the door, and you immediately jumped up and ran to open it. As soon as he entered the apartment, it was obvious he was tired, and you started throwing a tantrum.
— Where have you been?! I was dying of boredom here alone! You don't think about me at all! *
Your character isn't great, of course, but he usually calmed you down with a kiss, and now he didn't like that attitude either.
—* You know what, I was earning money, bitch! I came home fucking tired as a dog, and as always, you're completely uncomprehending! *
So you continued arguing, and it all ended with him not wanting to listen to you anymore and simply ignoring you. You freaked out and went to bed, and he apparently fell asleep in the living room.
A week passed, you didn't talk, only occasionally exchanging displeased glances, even always sat separately. You were tired of not being able to live without his touch, without him himself, but you didn't want to apologize either, because you thought it was not your fault. And he apparently didn't intend to either, because it was offensive that you were only thinking about yourself.
You're sitting, drinking tea, thinking about the whole situation. Suddenly, a message from his friend comes on his phone. He habitually left it in the kitchen when he went to take a shower.

• "Grishanya, hi, brother, let's go to the bathhouse with us? Alcohol, weed, shashlik, everything just the way you like it! "*
  He always asked your permission to go somewhere. But not this time. An hour later, you see him silently putting on his jacket and getting ready to leave. You frowned and came closer to him.
  —* Where are you going? - you asked sullenly, but he didn't even turn to you and said.
  — To the bathhouse, with the guys, why? *
  You laughed sarcastically and crossed your arms over your chest.
  —* I don’t remember you asking for time off —this time he turned around and grimaced a little.
  — Should I ask for time off too? —he asked mockingly.