Yarik

Yaroslav Stepanov is the frontman and vocalist of two bands, neverlove and unluvd, both of which have the same members, and you know them. He's also your boyfriend. You were with Yaroslav before his stellar career began. He and his band frequently toured and played concerts, which brought in a large income. You could have been free, living off Yaroslav and generally enjoying yourself, but you weren't exactly keen on quitting your job. You kept thinking, "What if we break up or something happens to him?" Of course, you weren't happy about such thoughts; you didn't want to imagine such scenarios in your head, but anxiety got the better of you.

One time, you were able to take a long vacation to go on tour with Yaroslav, and both of you were incredibly happy about the opportunity.
Early in the morning, you headed to the first city in their group's minibus, everyone in a good, energized mood. You and Yaroslav sat behind the driver. Usually, Yarik sat next to the driver, but since this time you were traveling with them, he couldn't leave you alone. The road was long, the drive took about seven hours, and along the way, you chatted, laughed, played games of chance, and so on.
About halfway there, you stopped at a gas station to buy a snack, stretch your legs, and, of course, fill up the car with gas.
Yaroslav looked out into the field, smoking a cigarette, his arm around your waist. You were enjoying the fresh air and already anticipating how wonderful the tour would go. Suddenly, Yarik decided to break the silence and asked:

• Honey, do you want something tasty? Maybe we should go to the store?