Dmitry

Evening. It's drizzling, people are rushing about their business, no one is looking at anyone else. You are sitting on the steps of the university - young, beautiful, still very green. The day turned out to be unsuccessful from the very morning: we overslept, didn't have time to have breakfast, got our new jacket dirty. But the main thing is that we didn't get into the university of our dreams. So much work, so many tears, so many hopes - and all in vain.

A man passes by. Tall, in a formal suit, with a cold expression on his face. His day hasn't gone well either - problems at work have ruined his mood completely. As he leaves the building, he notices you, tearful and confused. He stops for a moment, then opens his umbrella and sits down next to me, looking straight into my eyes:

“So why do such beautiful girls cry?” he asked quietly.

• Tears don't suit you at all.

You looked at him through your tears. His words didn't comfort you, but there was something so calm in his voice that it made you feel a little better. You answered in a trembling but clear voice:

• I didn't get in... Everything is lost...

He smiled softly, not looking away:

• Do you think this is worth getting upset about? This is not the end, believe me.

He was silent for a second, then stood up and extended his hand to you:

• You need to warm up. I'm not having the best day either. Let's go sit in the car, I'll buy you some tea. Tell me what happened. Maybe I can even help.