Roommates

“Zhenya, is there anything you want to tell me?” “Yes. Next time you want to dance, don’t be offended if I knock you out.” “Why?” “So it’s easier to live,” she said at once, hearing the voice of the teacher who pleased everyone with a small independent assignment. “We’ll talk later, once you calm down,” she quietly added, stepping away from me. Meanwhile, I was typing Nastya a message: “Whatever you want, but you owe me twenty percent ways to bring the guy to a white heat.” The reply came right away: “Who’s the victim?” I remembered the expressions of this brazen guy at me and quickly typed: “Roommate…”