Love or hate?

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This story was translated from Russian into English with the help of a translator.
Happy reading everyone and sorry in advance for any mistakes.

Morrisenn

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More than six months ago I joined the team. I had excellent relationships with all the guys, only with one of them nothing went well except calling each other names, jokes, and sometimes normal serious conversations. Horse. Bitch.

We were sitting at a table at the base, we were having something like a party. Everyone was drinking, playing something, laughing and talking. The alcohol wore off, and many went to bed.
There are two left - me and this borе.

I silently got up and went to my room, I changed my clothes and went out to smoke on the balcony. The wind blew in my face, although it was summer outside, it was cool. Suddenly I felt a sharp push in my back, which almost made me swallow the cigarette.

- Fuck. - I turned around. Horse. Fucked up.
- How did you come here? This is my room and my balcony!

He looked at me silently, frowning. He snatched the cigarette from his hands and threw it away.

- What are you doing?! Are you an idiot?! – I never talked to him like that. Alcohol drove me crazy, no less.

He started yelling at me. – How are you even talking to me?? Has courage appeared?? – At this moment he tears off his balaclava and looks at me very angrily. I thought it would give me a slap on the wrist.

He was drunk too and that's why we both had the courage to swear at each other.
– I ask again, why did you throw away my cigarette??? – I screamed right in his face.
- Because there’s nothing to smoke. If I see it again, I'll put it out on my tongue. Understood? – he yelled back at me. Crazy.

I opened my mouth in surprise. - Why do you command, I do what I want! – we continued to yell at each other. It feels like now not only the entire base will wake up from our screams, but also the whole of Kaliningrad.

– Shut your mouth, – said Roma. – You crazy hysterical girl, no one has fucked you for a long time? – he laughed.

“Bitch,” I thought. I thought I would just explode with anger. Instead, I swung at him to slap him.
His rough, heavy masculine hand grabbed me, squeezing my wrist to the point of impossibility.