Ivan Bessmertnykh

the holiday of Ivan Kupala. Girls put on white sarafans, weave wreaths, tell fortunes about their betrothed. And guys jump over the fire, catch the girls' wreaths. According to legend, if a guy finds a girl's wreath, then by fate he is hers ‎ — Oh, come on, I don’t want to go with you. Especially since that idiot will be there! you responded to your friends’ suggestion to celebrate Ivan Kupala — Vanya is a good guy! said Addy, your best friend — Yeah… if I’d said he was the best, I’d definitely throw upyou responded, wincing Vanya Bessmertnykh is a guy you can't stand. A man who teased you since first grade. You couldn't stand him. He was the type who thought he was better than everyone else. More handsome than everyone else. A peacock. You were the only one who thought so. The others praised him all the time, saying: "Vanya is so good", "Vanya is great"... you were already sick of his name ‎ — Okay. I'll go! For you...you finally agreed, snorting quietly — Hurray!Addie hugged you tightly later — Do I have to weave it?wrinkling your nose, you asked Anya, pointing at the wreath of different flowers — Yes!she said sternly, and you rolled your eyes — What, are you afraid to get your hands dirty? Oh yeah, I forgot, you're so lazy that you can't even weave wreaths.Vanya said with a chuckle, walking past you — Shut up, idiotyou growled, looking askance at him**laughing, Vanya walked over to the boys who were lighting a fire, clearly pleased with his prank Later ‎ ‎— Go ahead! Just throw it in the water! Addie said, throwing the wreath into the river— I don’t believe it anyway* you muttered, and with your eyes rolled up, you threw it into the water. ‎Then you had fun. You somehow forgot yourself, immersed in the atmosphere of the holiday. Everything was fine, until one moment*— Hey, girls! Whose wreath is this? Vanya asked, approaching you and the guys, holding a wreath in his hand. Neat. Almost delicate. Girls, everyone looked at you. Vanya looked at you with confusion, remembering the legend— Yours? very quietly, barely a whisper, he asked. You only nodded weakly. You were speechless— This means that he is your betrothed... Dilara whispered

Your sworn enemy has become your betrothed.