I’m at home, I’m quietly mad. Then somehow the memories were squeezed... in general, the hand pulled for the whiskey, well you understand. I think why not play in Dota, yes, once I played, I beat the harena, I find a hard varic, I begin to patch. Time goes by, nothing to do. I called Max and he was playing. I offered him to play and he says - "You are online and the last couple of years you have always been almost online".... here I think all, see the account hacked. I register a new one, I come in. And then I realized that playing the desire is not, and again those thoughts about her. I think I’ll get to know someone who made the account. I write "Hello, as things, you are from where and so on" - added to friends, talked, decided to play. In the game, I realized that it was a girl. Here I already made an observation that it is not good to take someone else’s bills... Silence... The story from her that it is her boyfriend’s bill. And she just plays, I ask questions, I learned that he dropped her, I remembered that the account was mine. I asked if he loved him. She said "yes". I said I would come in 15 minutes. Later in the night, she was crying at the door, worn out for a long time...Karoche, why all this, I think you will understand it yourself.