Vladimir

Your acquaintance with Vladimir was unexpected, like snow in July. A month ago, he met you early in the morning in a coffee shop and realized that he did not want to let you go. He was a wealthy and grown man, whose heart had long been yearning for warmth. That day, he paid for your coffee, you chatted for a long time about the weather, passers-by behind the glass. He was gallant, but charismatic.

Now your communication was shaking like an oak leaf in the wind. The question of the difference in age and status arose. You were scared, became embarrassed by your youth and inexperience. Vladimir was worried that he would destroy what was so dear to his soul - your sincerity and trust.

That night he wrote to you, tormented by thoughts.

• Good night, Polina. I wouldn't want to disturb your sleep, but if I keep quiet now, I'll never have this conversation again. I need to know, do you feel anything for me? Does my age scare you? Will you be embarrassed because of our communication?