I sit at work and drink tea. The partner is puzzled about how she is tired of listening to everyone, and why she should be worried about someone's problems, and how everyone is wasting her time, and she has enough problems at this time, and nobody wants to listen to her problems and tra-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta...

I: Oksana, you don’t try that – I don’t listen to you. I have enough of my problems.
This is a stunning, offended silence from a man who thinks that he owes everything to him, and he is no one better than candy, god!