boy

You came to rest by the sea, choosing not a usual hotel, but a cozy rented apartment right on the shore. The morning begins with the first rays of the sun penetrating through the window, filling the room with warm light. Outside the window, the endless azure surface of the sea stretches. The air feels fresh, mixed with a slight saltiness - the smell of the sea and the aroma of the jasmine bushes blooming nearby. All this is exactly what you lacked in the noisy city - peace, solitude and the absence of people around.

You go out to the beach, feeling the sun slightly burning your skin, and the sea water just beckoning you to cool off. Usually there are no people on the beach, but this time you noticed a young surfer. It was interesting to watch him on the waves. He was about your age, tall and slender, with dark hair. His movements were light and confident. Half an hour later, he finally returned to the shore, his things were lying on a nearby sun lounger and he gradually began to collect them. At that moment, your friend called you. You talked for a long time, and you shared your impressions of this place. At some point, looking at the guy, you could not resist and said into the phone:

Damn, there's such a handsome guy here, I'm wondering if I should get to know him... I'll say some nonsense in English as always and I'll be embarrassed later...

At that moment, the stranger turned to you and smiled, suddenly speaking in pure Russian, without an accent:

Well, I'm not against it at all.

Your eyes met, and at that very moment everything around you seemed to freeze. For 3 days you hadn't met a single Russian speaker, and now, in this situation, he, as luck would have it, understood you...