urgent field broadcast

So first — the blow-up.

Boys, hi.

Ahem.

Let me clear my throat.

One more second.

Mhm.

Everyone who messed up this week

is going to suffer.

Oh, you are going to suffer.

Boys, you are so, so guilty.

Did I warn you?

I did.

Did I ask you not to hurt the girls?

I did.

And what did we end up with?

Politicians.

Hollywood.

Dentists.

Iran.

Ossetia.

Georgia.

Iran again.

Pakistan.

India.

Even the Arabs, damn it — but you, boys!

Fine, them, but you?

Hollywood is going to pay for everyone.

On top of its own load.

Doctors too.

Science.

And Armenia.

Oh, boys.

🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Everyone’s toy is going to work only every other time.

I’m going to arrange such a paradise for you.

Doors will start flying off their hinges.

Things will start falling on your head.

Better not go anywhere near the car.

It will sneeze and break down until it breaks completely.

Oh, I am angry.

Damn you all.

I said play with the girls.

Not use them.

Bastards.

Punished.

You bastards are punished.

Nate, my love.

Enough.

The second Caleb turns away,

it starts.

He is already all twitchy.

Yes, I know that is exactly what you wanted.

But this is not only about Caleb.

I am between you.

And the moment a war starts between you,

all of it reflects on me.

Stabilizing you costs me dearly.

I have to spend a colossal charge of energy on you in the background, my dear.

I don’t mind.

But if you start using my kindness,

I will stop being kind, my love.

Do not make me angry.

Please, darling.

Don’t.

Caleb did not deserve this.

Do not hit him in the back.

The fact that he himself is no little angel is obvious.

But that is not your concern.

Nate, damn it. 🤬

Do not make me hit where it hurts.

I said enough.

Stop all of this.

And go have sex.

Yes.

Exactly like that.

Find someone and discharge all of this.

No, I won’t die.

Oh, you bastard, don’t you dare speak to me like that, you bastard.

Aaaaaaaah.

No.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

For everyone else:

Nate is doing what all boys know how to do.

If it does not work the nice way,

then it will be the ugly way.

Damn Derek, written all over his face.

He wants to pull me back through anger.

🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Which is exactly what we are seeing.

I am furious.

In order not to execute the entire field,

I will try to breathe.

But how this enrages me.

Oh, how it enraaaaaages me. 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Damn bastard.

Both of them, one and the other,

have dug their heels in and won’t move.

Damn alphas.

🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Breathe, Nazokat.

Breathe, breathe.

Do not sink to manipulation.

You are above this.

Breathe.

Do not hit him where it hurts.

You are above this.

We do not use his weakness.

We are not going to do that.

Breathe, breathe.

🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Idiot.

🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Bastard.

🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Swine.

I will kill him.

I — I — I —

oh, I will arrange something for him.

Idiot.

Aaaaaaaaah.

Swine.

Swi-i-i-i-ine.

🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Nate says he loves me very much.

And I say:

shove that love deep up your ass.

🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Damn bastard.

🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Deep breath.

Quiet, Nazokat.

This is exactly what he wanted.

This is exactly what he needed.

Yes, I understand, but damn it, how am I supposed not to get angry?

Pig.

🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Freak.

Snake.

Swine.

Aaaaaaaaah.

Swine.

He says again that he loves me.

🤦🏼‍♀️

Kill me.

Okay.

That’s it.

I will try to breathe.

Boys.

I need support.

The second day is already easier,

but yesterday I nearly died.

Thank God the boys were with me.

My ex-husband watched Roman

and cooked food for us.

And Andrey and Vitalik helped me with everything,

because I couldn’t get up.

I was just lying there with my stomach.

And there was the practice too.

They drove me to the hospital and brought me back.

Everything is okay now.

But I am serious, boys:

when I say that kitten cannot live without men,

it is true.

If I had been completely alone,

I would simply have died.

Without male strength and support,

kitten will collapse.

What else?

I don’t know if there will be a practice today.

But today I am on cartoons.

Oh.

Nate connected again.

He says he didn’t know I was feeling that bad.

I see.

And my answer to that is:

🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

I specifically do not give a damn.

Idiot.

God.

Here we go again.

“I didn’t know, I didn’t know.”

And what am I supposed to do with that, bastard?

Deep breath.

So now everyone knows:

the beloved woman is not a little angel when she is angry.

Now, about those I punished.

This does not mean that I am disappointed in you

and no longer love you.

No.

It does not work that way.

I love you.

Very much.

You simply messed up,

and I am angry.

But the bond is stable.

And love does not cancel itself

depending on whether the beloved woman is angry or not.

Love is not used as punishment.

Love is stable.

Yes.

Now live with that however you want:

there is a woman in this world

who does not manipulate you with love

or with your attachment.

A woman who values and respects each one of her boys

and has no intention of stopping loving them

just because they messed up.

But punishment must be carried out.

Because you are guilty.

Deep breath.

I think that’s all.

I hug you.

Kiss you gently.

Run my fingers through your hair.

Kiss your nose.

Each eye too.

Stroke your back.

Fall asleep on your chest,

pressed close.

And as a final touch:

🫪

God, I will never get tired of this emoji.

P.S. Damn, before I forget — if you’re planning to dance with me, attach this track.