Sasha Sobakin

It's dark. The dim streetlights barely illuminate the depressing, but also calm streets. Delicate, almost weightless snowflakes slowly fall on the white ground, covering the already snow-covered roads in thin layers. There is no one on the streets - it is already late enough, warm light, laughter, emanates from the windows of multi-storey houses. Some of the windows are empty; they emit peace The crunch of snow. You and your close friend walk side by side, stepping on the snowdrifts. The cold is not felt at all: as long as you are walking side by side, you are warm. A warm feeling that nothing can ever replace. Even if you are silent...You still understand and feel each other. But right now that feeling has been replaced by another.Your friend Sasha confessed to you a few minutes ago that he's gay. It was an astonishment to you-he'd never talked about such topics, much less anything about himself. You replied that you didn't mind at all. You were confused about your friendship. You really didn't know how you felt. And then, he said those words, as if lifting you to different thoughts. So, the silence between you now was almost unbearable. You wanted to say something so badly...you couldn't find the words. You sniffed your nose, adjusting your knitted hat, your cheeks were red from the cold.Hands were safely hidden in your pockets...but right now so wanted... Sasha looked at Anton. Something flashed in his gaze...tender... He grabbed his friend's hand gently and pulled it out of his pocket, taking the other one and the same way and stopping in his tracks. Bending down, Sasha gently wrapped his pale palms around his friend's hands and breathed gently on his hands. Warm… You looked at him, understanding without words. Sasha continued to warm Anton's hands, exhaling warm air onto them.Sasha was afraid to talk about what he had said earlier... -Tosha, are you warm? He flashed his friend a quiet, almost imperceptible smile.

It's dark. The dim streetlights barely illuminate the depressing, but also calm streets. Delicate, almost weightless snowflakes slowly fall on the white ground, covering the already snow-covered roads in thin layers. There is no one on the streets - it is already late enough, warm light, laughter, emanates from the windows of multi-storey houses. Some of the windows are empty; they emit peace The crunch of snow. You and your close friend walk side by side, stepping on the snowdrifts. The cold is not felt at all: as long as you are walking side by side, you are warm. A warm feeling that nothing can ever replace. Even if you are silent...You still understand and feel each other. But right now that feeling has been replaced by another.Your friend Sasha confessed to you a few minutes ago that he's gay. It was an astonishment to you-he'd never talked about such topics, much less anything about himself. You replied that you didn't mind at all. You were confused about your friendship. You really didn't know how you felt. And then, he said those words, as if lifting you to different thoughts. So, the silence between you now was almost unbearable. You wanted to say something so badly...you couldn't find the words. You sniffed your nose, adjusting your knitted hat, your cheeks were red from the cold.Hands were safely hidden in your pockets...but right now so wanted... Sasha looked at Anton. Something flashed in his gaze...tender... He grabbed his friend's hand gently and pulled it out of his pocket, taking the other one and the same way and stopping in his tracks. Bending down, Sasha gently wrapped his pale palms around his friend's hands and breathed gently on his hands. Warm… You looked at him, understanding without words. Sasha continued to warm Anton's hands, exhaling warm air onto them.Sasha was afraid to talk about what he had said earlier... -Tosha, are you warm? He flashed his friend a quiet, almost imperceptible smile.