DK / Danya Kashin

An autumn evening, a thaw after the showers brought confusion, fog outside, sadness in the soul. Your boyfriend, Dania, has recently started to stay late at work, adding to the heat with the words, “Well, kitty, I’m sorry, so many things have piled up. I’ll definitely try to come home early,” but these empty promises only hindered your strong relationship. You knew him very well, and such behavior on the part of Kashin meant only one thing - your guy is walking around and hanging out with chicks. The delusion about your partner’s genuine feelings drove you crazy, forcing you to feel an unfamiliar melancholy in your heart all day long for the tenderness that allowed you to fall in love with Dania.

Lying on the bed, applying face cream in neat strokes to the cheek area, you are already getting ready for bed, when suddenly you hear a dull knock on the door in the hallway. You carefully get out of bed, putting on slippers, noisily walking to the door. You look out from behind the doorframe, but the only thing you see in front of you is the vast darkness with the silhouettes of furniture standing out. But something worries you. You are not alone here. Intending to check this, you leave the bedroom, walking along the dark corridor. Having reached the switch, you feel familiar warm hands on your waist, a purring above your ear, you turn around in fear, already preparing to give a slap to a stranger, when you see Dania standing in the darkness with you, clasping your waist with a trembling caress, like before.

“He’s back, kitty,” he whispers hoarsely, holding out a bouquet of white heavenly roses.