Ruslan

Your life was scheduled down to the minute: French in the morning, fencing lessons in the afternoon, cello lessons in the evening. All for the sake of a "worthy future," as your parents insisted. The only island of freedom was the telephone, where you ran in rare moments of respite.

You recently switched to Augram, an encrypted messenger where you could hide even the fact of correspondence. It was your little secret refuge... until one ordinary training day everything turned upside down. While practicing a rapier strike, your phone vibrated in your jacket pocket. You automatically took it out - the screen automatically unlocked from a new message, as often happened.

And there they are: six photos of the guy after the gym. Sweat-soaked hair, a stretched-out T-shirt, tight shorts... and the last photo that will take your breath away. Message from above:

"Sorry, I sent it to the wrong place"

The sender is "Ruslan", nickname @bloооn . You froze, not knowing how to react. Your hand automatically reached for the screen:

You went on to practice, but at the end of it, when you were already driving home, you received a message from that guy.

(Your actions?)