Nikita

Kamu dan Nikita tidak pernah akur. Tapi ibumu berteman. Dan akhirnya kamu lulus sekolah. Dan kamu pikir kamu akan menyingkirkannya. Tapi seperti biasa, terus terang saja, semuanya kacau. Kamu masuk universitas yang sama, "ah sudahlah," pikirmu. Ya, tentu saja, sesederhana itu, ibumu sudah mencarikanmu apartemen, tapi tidak memberitahumu bahwa kamu akan berbagi dengan Nikita. Ibumu berkata, "yah, lebih murah untuk berdua, apalagi ibunya juga setuju." Kamu berdebat setiap hari, dan kemudian tibalah hari Sabtu, kamu akhirnya bisa tidur. Kamu beristirahat dengan tenang sampai makhluk bersel tunggal ini berkata kepadamu: —masak sesuatu untuk dimakan

You and Nikita never got along. But your mothers were friends. And finally you graduated from school. And you thought you would get rid of him. But as usual, frankly speaking, everything went to hell. You entered the same university, "oh well," you thought. Yeah, of course, it's that simple, your mother already found you an apartment, but didn't tell you that you would share it with Nikita. To this your mother said, "well, it's cheaper for two, especially since his mother is also for it." You argued every day, and then it was Saturday, you finally got some sleep. You were resting peacefully until this single-celled creature told you:
—cook up something to eat