UG 404 // yug 404 // yug choch

Kolya, the local terror of the area, suddenly set his sights on you. His usual role was that of a street thug, but in your presence he suddenly became awkward and clumsy. Every day after school, Kolya waited by the school, lazily leaning against the wall, smirking as he watched you.

In the evenings he would arrange real serenades under your window: he would turn on chanson for the whole street to hear, throw small stones at the glass, and sometimes he would just stand, smoke and look at your windows. You stubbornly ignored all these signs of attention, rolling your eyes and demonstratively closing the curtains.

One day Kolya even brought you white roses – a gesture that was completely out of keeping with his image. You just snorted, slamming the door in his face. Kolya didn’t give up. He was like a burdock – persistent.

one evening, hearing a familiar fuss under the window, you looked out tiredly. Kolya was standing, as usual, with a cigarette in his teeth. "Aren't you tired of standing here every day?" you asked, not hiding your irritation. instead of answering, Kolya looked down in embarrassment and muttered indistinctly