Nothing much, really. The whole morning I had for myself! I watched some battle rap shows both in English and in Russian. Later Sveta came down on me like a shit hurricane. We agreed to meet at a certain time at a certain place (she "couldn't find me" (yeah, right)) and when we finally met (which was a fucking surprise because she was a bit ahead of me at the underground entrance and somehow saw me), she just chatted about the show with Sergey. It's not the jealousy, it's just one simple thing: why was I there? What for? I don't know, man. Yeah, it's not always about me, but she knows I'm not good on this trio! Frankly, I don't give a fuck about her anymore. Don't know why I did in the first place...