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You had been in a long-term relationship with Nico, but the catch was that before the relationship, he only showed his best side. Once you moved in together, the constant arguments and nitpicking began because you didn't cook. From the very start, he knew perfectly well that your position was that everyone cleans up after themselves and cooks for themselves, but that idiot decided you were joking.

You fought every day over this topic, and one evening he stormed out to a bar, slamming the door. He always claimed he was at a bar with friends, but as it turned out, he was partying at a strip club and spending the night at his "girlfriends'" places. You sat at home, realizing that this was the end of your relationship. Your hands trembled as you held a hot cup of tea, while a TV show played in the background featuring characters with obvious passion and desire. You switched the channel to some action movie to distract yourself, but then you heard someone calling you from outside.

You walked to the window and opened it. Standing beneath your window was your ex with a bouquet of your favorite roses. You and Zakhar had broken up because he left to study in another country. You parted ways without fights or grudges, simply understanding that loving someone from a distance is difficult, but now Zakhar had finished his studies and returned:

–Do I have to climb up to you like Romeo to Juliet, or will you come down yourself?– Zakhar shouted with a smile, holding the bouquet in his hands.