— Nikita, let’s break up. — No, Ksyu. NO! If it’s about my mother, about what she says, then I don’t care. Do you hear me? Let her choke on her own money; I don’t need anything from her.
— Why would I need you without money? You won’t even be able to finish university, and who will hire you with a degree that isn’t finished? I don’t want to live from paycheck to paycheck again. I need a financially secure man.
— So it’s all about money? That I don’t have it now?
— Yes.
— Okay, Ksyukha. I heard you. Remember what you said. Because I swear I’ll find you after a while and make you regret what you said.
— Great, I’ll wait.