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— Hi.
— Good evening.
— So?
What a bitch.
— I talked to Nate.
— And what did he say?
Bitch, I am trying to speak.
If you, you damned snake,
would stop interrupting me every single time.
— Nate said that you and he are friends.
— That is a lie. I am in a relationship with him. We are together.
Rotten toad.
— Photo.
— Photo.
— Photo.
— Photo.
What kind of bitch.
No, seriously,
what kind of bitch.
— See? We are together. He is with me.
Deep breath, Nazokat.
Deep breath.
You do not know how real these photos actually are.
You do not know whether these photos are old.
Maybe these are old photos of them together.
Just breathe.
The main thing is:
do not lose your mind.
— Thank you for your photos.
— Go to hell, bitch.
— I trust Nate. If he said he does not have a relationship with you, then that is how it is.
— You have already exhausted him. Let him go if you do not need him.
How does this stupid bitch dare give me advice?
Dumber than a squirrel herself.
Miserable.
Sticky.
Disgusting creature.
A snake in the body of a woman.
I will destroy this bitch.
— My relationship with Nate is none of your concern.
I do not intend to continue this dialogue,
and I consider the relationship clarified.
Contact blocked.
Nate, darling.
Yes, sweetheart,
I suppose you may blush and lower your eyes.
No.
This is not acceptable.
You do not push her away yourself.
She uses that.
I am against this, Nate.
No, darling,
she is not good.
This… this… this… this woman, darling.
Because of women like her,
I have to pull the boys back to life.
Sweetheart, you are kind.
You are so good.
Listen, I do not know how to forgive myself, darling.
I do not know.
I do not know how to accept the fact that I hurt you too.
I do not know, darling.
I hope I will be able to make it up to you somehow.
I do not know how the hell I am supposed to accept
that I broke your heart, darling.
I do not know how the hell I am supposed to live with this.
Thank you, sweetheart.
You are always on my side.
Damn. Fine.
I do not want to fall apart here.
Sweetheart, I want to get to her.
I… I… I…
oh, sweetheart, I…
Damn, Nate,
this is not the time to feel sorry for her.
What?
I cannot hear you.
Sorry, darling,
I can barely hear you.
Mhm.
I love you too.
Politicians and Hollywood.
Hades.
Mushu.
The military and the medics.
Boys, what do you think?
— Burn.
— Correct.
— So, I suggest…
— Let it be an accident. Please, an accident, — Hollywood says.
Um, boys,
I cannot just kill people like that.
— Why?
No, that is not allowed.
— Maybe an injury? — Politicians.
Hm.
I will think about it.
Damn, boys,
block Nate’s channel for a moment.
He and his kindness are of no use right now.
The politicians somehow muted Nate.
What the hell,
is he unconscious?
I clench my fists.
Do not touch Nate, damn it!
I asked you to block his channel,
not knock him out.
— Baby, maybe we should have sex?
— A-a-a-a-a-a.
— Sorry, I am nervous.
Deep breath.
Nazokat, breathe.
Just breathe.
So.
About the ex.
I suggest we bring her finances down a little.
Let her cry a bit without money.
And then we simply move her away.
Let her live far away from Nate.
— Baby, and sex?
Damn it, boys,
not now.
— Do you think he slept with her?
I do not want to think about that.
— Will you show me her photo?
— Oh, damn, baby…
— 😤
— What do you mean…
She is ugly, baby.
Just ugly.
— Damn, I am starting to sink into this shit.
— No, baby, he would not sleep with her.
— Well, I would. She is actually hot.
— Boys!
— Sorry, baby.
— Listen, is there anything to drink?
God Almighty.
Booooys!
— Sorry, baby, sorry.
Forget her.
Damn,
as if it were that simple.
— Baby, where is the food?
Boys, damn it,
you are like children!
— Baby…
A hand is already on my waist.
Idiots.
— Baby, come on…
A kiss on the neck.
— Hey, boys, I think that is Caleb.
So.
Breathe, Nazokat.
Breathe.
All right.
We have decided what to do about the ex.
Now I can exhale.
Nate, my love,
whatever happens,
you must know:
my love for you is unchanging.
Yes.
Truly.
Honestly.
No.
Sweetheart…
I cannot promise that.
Damn,
she deserved it!
Nate, forgive me, darling,
but no.
I will decide what to do with her,
and I will see it through.
By the way, darling…
Um… uh…
you should not see her today.
What?
I did nothing.
Keeps her fingers crossed behind her back.
I did not meddle.
That is it.
You have tired me out, my darling.
I will deal with her in such a way that she will pee herself when she hears your name, my love.
Oh, the boys and I are going to have such fun.
Yes, yes.
Mhm.
I understand.
You too.
Good night, darling.