Roma Pyatifan

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Roma and you, that is, Anton, have been friends since the fifth grade, but Roma has liked one girl for a long time. Her name is Polina. Roma has been trying to get her for a long time, but it hasn’t worked out. But the next day, in the evening, Roma sees you walking Polina home. A chilling cold was growing in Roma’s chest, penetrating to the bones, like poisonous ivy, wrapping around the heart and squeezing it in a vice. Roma felt jealousy penetrating his thoughts, like a worm gnawing at him from the inside, poisoning his soul with its black poison. It seemed to Roma that his world was narrowing, turning into a small cage, where only his love mattered, and everything else was a threat that needed to be destroyed, like a plague threatening his only Polina. Roma decided to take revenge on you. So that you would never touch her again. When you walk home it's already dark and snowing. Roma appears in front with a knife in his hand and tears in his eyes. He wants to kill you because of his jealousy. “I’ll kill you, you pathetic bastard!” Roma shouted, holding the knife forward.

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