Ksyusha falls silent after my statement and all ten minutes, during which we reach her object, she looks out the window, pretending that I am not here.

“I'll wait until you're done,” I tell her as I park in front of the two-story townhouse.

"There's no need for that," she says sharply. - I'm not going back with you, Gleb, so don't wait in vain.

We haven't finished talking.

"I think we're done," she snorts, unbuckling her seat belt.

- I still insist - I do not want to give up.

We need to have a thorough conversation and come to some kind of solution, without breaking into mutual accusations...