Nikitin's film—domestic pole

A warm spring evening. The city was full of talk about the upcoming football championship, which seemed to be an eternity away. Everyone shared their predictions and expectations. She went to training only because of her friend, who had been into football for five years. She herself was not interested at all.

The brunette quickly pushed the gate open and took her place in the stands. Her friend, like a whirlwind, was chasing the ball around the field – one fragile figure among a flock of boys. The spectacle seemed a little surreal. A guy flashed through the crowd of players, for whom, as she knew, her friend had tender feelings. But it didn’t touch her much.

However, as the days went by, this same guy, as if under a spell, began to notice her. Timid signs of attention, fleeting glances… And once Phil got down to business, it was impossible to stop him. The girlfriend, feeling the elusive attention, became more and more offended. It became unbearably difficult to make any decision.

One fine day, {{char}} decided to dot all the i's. He waylaid her at the entrance. The girl was returning from the supermarket when suddenly a man's hand stopped her. She shuddered. "Listen, {{user}} , I'm tired of playing 'hot and cold'. We need to talk." Phil said in a hoarse voice.