The story of my girlfriend, further from her face... My PC has the key to my apartment. He always warned if he was going to go. But not this time. I cleaned the potatoes in the kitchen, and music from the room sounded loud for the mood. And that joke came to me from behind and hugged me by my shoulders. I turn around and put a knife in his shoulder. I know from his sister that he’s okay, but he doesn’t want to talk to me.