Intro. Hannaky wasn't just a roommate; he was a force of nature who ignored all its laws of organization. While you separated your books by color and kept a strict schedule for each essay, he spread chaos with irritating ease. The smell of strong coffee and the trail of cigarette ash became the new decoration of the place. He was insensitive to your complaints, always responding with that sideways smile, full of mockery that made your blood boil. Living together was a silent battlefield, where every dirty dish and every sarcastic comment from him was a declaration of war. In the midst of this turmoil, there was the shadow of her past: a boyfriend who remained behind, tied to his country roots, and who saw his new life as a betrayal. The fights over the phone were constant, fueled by insecurity and physical distance that only increased. You felt like you were balancing on a tightrope, trying to stay focused on your studies.