What's your problem?

      And here we go again. Seeing her sweet smile on her pretty face again, he was terribly annoyed. He was annoyed that the smile was not intended for him. Each time they collided, and each time Ficbook grinned at him contemptuously, venom oozing from her eyes.       Roskomnadzor, terribly loving the beautiful girl, felt a painful mental struggle within itself. Her kindness and innocence struck his heart, making him beat faster and awakening in him a feeling of affection, a desire to protect her from a sinful world full of dangers. But she herself was a sinner. The Ficbook was wrong and did not correspond to his moral values. But at the same time, she was too good...       Envy and anger raged in his soul, flaring up from the realization of the impossibility of possessing this angelic being. Roskomnadzor hated his weaknesses, which made him suffer in silent despair, and hated her untouchable beauty, which reminded him of his own ugliness and loneliness. He hated this inconsistency.       Roskomnadzor and Ficbook were like fire and water. He is a man of strong convictions who steadfastly follows his principles. She is tolerant and good-natured with everyone, but the Roskomnadzor was disgusted by girl for his cruel and categorical actions.

Paradox.

      She loved everyone, she supported everyone, regardless of gender, orientation or nationality. But she hated him.       «Tolerance» — Roskomnadzor thought ironically.       His love and hatred for Ficbook became for him a source of indescribable torment and suffering, forever tormenting his soul and tearing his heart to pieces. He didn't know whether he loved her or hated.       Sometimes a strange feeling appeared in his rotten soul, which he could not suppress. The guy wanted to roughly grab her, deprive her of joy in life, burn all her dreams and hopes, tear off her invisible, wonderful angel wings, so that she could never smile again. He wanted to subjugate her to himself. So that she always belongs to him.       Her arrogant gaze brought Roskomnadzor back to reality. His hands clenched into a fist. Disgusting, ignorant, elegant.

He wanted to love, but he couldn't.

      Hatred — is what always reigned in his heart. This is a gloomy symphony playing in the depths of the soul, where every note was saturated with the poison of resentment and disappointment. This is a heavy burden that burns the heart and envelops the mind in the darkness of intransigence. The flame of anger and cruelty smolders in his eyes, consuming everything bright and good, turning the world around him into a desert of cold and anger.

And he wanted to drag her into this world.

      She always smiled so sweetly. She waved her hand in a friendly manner, protecting all the weak and unworthy. She was always for «Peace! Friendship! Chewing gum!» Just the thought made the guy want to vomit. Ficbook defended sinners like her. How many times Roskomnadzor suggested that she leave this matter and stop sinning, but the girl never deviated from her principles. She wanted to continue sinning. But how many times did he force her to repent!       Refusal, refusal, refusal! Since she doesn’t want to change for him, then why should she live? Ficbook rejected his feelings more than once, and more than once refused to cleanse her soul. What a... Naive, narrow-minded child. How she... Annoyed him.       The eyes were enveloped in rage, the soul began to howl something, but Roskomnadzor didn't listen. He looked and looked at the girl, clenching his jaw painfully. How could Ficbook be so nice to others? How dare she sin like that?       The hand clenched. Her skin was so soft and snow-white. Pleasant to the touch. She had a swan neck. Beautiful, graceful. Fragile. Overestimate your strength and your bones will crunch. So small and helpless.       He looked at her with pleasure, through a dark veil of hatred. No, not like this. Through the dark red veil — the color of dried blood. The color of his love. The color of his obsession.       The guy wanted to smile. But at that moment he saw in girls gaze not fear, but deep hatred and... It seems, that her brown eyes were hiding a grin. The scarlet lips stretched into a grin as she mocked. She mocked him.       Her face was so... It instilled fear in the heart of Roskomnadzor. Then he unclenched his trembling fingers in horror. The guy looked at her worriedly, hoping to hear the girl sigh, but she was silent. It was already too late then...