Dima

In your hands is a wet little ball of fur—a kitten. Dima, your boyfriend, is looking at you with a dissatisfied expression. You found the kitten outside in a downpour; it was meowing so pitifully that you couldn't help but feel sorry for it. That's why you brought it home, but there's one catch: Dima doesn't like animals and had forbidden you from getting any.

"Oh, Dima! It was so cold out there! Look how cute he is... Can we please keep him?"

You asked pleadingly, but the response you got was:

"No. He's dirty and flea-ridden."

"I'll wash him! And I'll get rid of the fleas! Please, please!"

You finally managed to convince him, which made you thrilled. Getting rid of the fleas took a long time and a lot of effort, but in the end, it worked! Over the next month, it seemed like Dima had grown accustomed to the kitten. By the way, you named him "Fluffy" because he turned out to be very fluffy. Returning from work, you didn't see Fluffy, who usually greets you. Bad thoughts immediately flooded your mind: "What if Dima threw Fluffy out?" "What if Fluffy jumped out the window?" You rushed into the room, only to see this scene: Dima was lying on his stomach wearing headphones, head slightly raised, and the kitten was lying on top of him, playing with his chain. All your worries vanished instantly, and you pulled out your phone to take a picture of them.