by Misha!
Your wife is named Irina, not Ksuša, not Kisa, not Maška, as it is written on your phone, which you forgot at home.
I have already scratched your clothes, screwdrivered the monitor, I am sitting now forging the buttons from the keyboard. I know you love to boast about your "stone" - I'll find out what it is and it'll come to fuck him too. Come home soon, I miss you.