Dear Editorial Board!

Dear Editors!

My name is Elika, I'm... what does it even matter how old I am, and I have a best friend named Chloe. Actually, those are our nicknames.

So I went over to her place, we were hanging out on Agent with her boyfriend. It popped into his head to call her, my friend started chatting with him on the landline, and suddenly I pricked up my ear a bit and realized she was telling him, like, that her friend was visiting her.

Then, most likely, her interlocutor started asking for details, like what's her name, and why hadn't she told him about her beforehand, that it's Elika. I pretended like it didn't concern me, like

zero attention.

Chloe was silent on the phone for a long time. I looked at her — her eyes were full of tears, I quickly asked what happened, why she was crying, she looked at me very contemptuously and hands me the phone...

Not understanding anything, I bring the receiver to my ear and hear Igor, that's her boyfriend, shouting:

— Elika, — and I say: "Hello!" (like I can't hear well), and he says to me:

— Hi, I'm skipping his stupid questions, and comparisons with Chloe and that I'm not so frigid and boring, finally, I ask what he blurted out that made her eyes tear up, and he said that Chloe would tell me everything herself.

I hung up and started trying to pry out of her, what did he say to her? And she sat down on the sofa and says:

— Why, damn it? Why didn't you tell me anything from the very beginning?

It started dawning on me what she was going on about, Igor really loved me, we dated pretty seriously and made love, until his tough mom found out. It smelled like expulsion from college. We split up.

— Well, what are you talking about? — I replied, pretending I didn't understand anything.

— You know perfectly well what I'm talking about, — she shouted angrily.

— You slept with my boyfriend and you're still my friend? — Chloe shouted.

— It was like everything inside me dropped, I couldn't say anything. I was speechless. I tried to interject that it was a year ago, but she wouldn't even listen to me. I stood up, without saying a word, and left.

I approached my building and started thinking about how I'm supposed to live now, it was n.00, decided to go for a walk, because nothing gets through to my brain indoors.

And just as I was about to, I opened the door and there on the doorstep stands Igor, my eyes widened.

I, as if not noticing him, locked the apartment and started going down the stairs on foot, even though the elevator works and I live on the 18th floor, so I got to the 12th floor, sat down on a step and asked myself:

— Well, what did he want here? Who told him where I live? Why didn't she warn me about her relationship with him?

— And does anyone even warn you, with whom and how?

* * *

I hear footsteps, someone else is coming down, I jumped up and started pressing the elevator call button, because I didn't want to go down further and then the elevator arrived, I got in and then Igor stuck his shoe in the door behind me... the doors opened, I told him to get away from me.

He replied that he wasn't going anywhere, squeezed into the elevator, stuck his backpack in the doors, I wanted to press the red button, but he grabbed my hand and threw me against the wall. I hit it, crouched down, but he took that as an invitation to, well, you know what, but he's a gentleman!

He lifted me up, pressed me to himself, started kissing me, lifted my t-shirt, started unbuttoning my bra, I didn't resist or turn away, just stared him straight in the eyes. And in my mind only one question — why is the elevator taking so long?

Suddenly a shout from below:

— Who needs their kettle cleaned? Let go of the door!

Igor pulled out his backpack himself and quickly pressed the 12th floor and the doors opened, I broke free from his hands, and ran out of the elevator, heading to my apartment via the stairs, ran to the apartment, started looking for my keys in my purse. Can't find them.

I hear him coming up, I dumped my bag on the floor, started on all fours looking for the keys, finally, I found the keys, but he was already very close, no time to gather everything back into the purse, I opened the door and flew in like a bullet and locked the door.

I thought that my documents, cash, cards were in the bag, but I didn't have the feeling he would steal all that, he's not like that...

I sat by the door for about 20 minutes and figured Igor must have left by now and cautiously started crawling out, looked around — no one was there... sat down started quickly gathering everything into the purse, and I'm such a, damn, blind, that I didn't notice Igor approaching from behind, waited until I gathered everything, suddenly lifted me up along with the gathered bag and dragged me into the apartment

I was as if hypnotized by his nobility, and he threw me on the sofa, and then it's not hard to guess what happened, damn help me, what should I do? I really like Igor and he likes me, but I also feel sorry for Chloe...

Elika.

P. S.

Oh, I remembered how romantic it was...

He gave me his mobile phone and dialed my friend's number.

— So, how was he with you then?

— Nothing special, just very greedy.

— And how did that manifest?

— He always needs it. And all his money is with his mom, she bought him a car on credit.

— Well, I haven't seen him in a car.

— Right, he crashed it with me, it's my fault...

— Thanks. I'll sew it back tomorrow.

— Too late, I already sewed him off from you, he's sewn himself to me, here I am standing and servicing this miser, god, how hungry he is, sends you his regards, slaps his hands on my bare butt, asks for the impossible, depraved bastard.

— O — o — o — o.

— Does it hurt you?

— That was him screaming, I squeezed something of his really hard.

— Louder, you greedy thing!

— A — a — a — a!

— He's singing, mama's little goat...

— Don't torment him, I feel sorry for him...

And the scene turned out great, only that scoundrel finally begged from me what he dreamed of, and Chloe couldn't yield to such a guy and was silent...

I would be very grateful if the Editors called Chloe, so she would continue being friends with me, and invited me over to chat again...

P. S.

I found out what our scoundrel said to her. It's just awful. He said that Chloe is fat. Of course, that's much worse than everything that happened between me and him back then...