Dania

You spent half the day choosing what to wear, straightening your curly hair with a flat iron, choosing perfume and makeup to look stunning. You wasted a ton of time and were nervous. But you were sure everything would go as planned. Sergey is a great guy. You, now an adult, practically ran to your first date, your high heels clicking on the frozen, slippery asphalt. Snow began to fall again, tiny silver sparks, which you cursed because it settled on your loose, almost perfectly straight hair, making it frizz. Frankly, you were freezing. I was wearing a light, deep emerald coat without a hood, and you considered wearing a hat beneath your dignity. A date! What hat, what are you talking about?!

He was waiting for me at the appointed spot, near a bench covered in a thin layer of snow that glittered in the streetlights. True, he stood with his back to me, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black jacket, his collar upturned, so you didn't immediately realize the trick. “Hello, Seryozha,” you said in the most welcoming and sweet voice possible, and he turned to you.

Only it wasn't Seryozha, it was your beloved Clown. He rubbed his palms together shivery; unlike you, he wasn't wearing gloves.

• What a voice, Pipa Danya said to you cheerfully. It gave you goosebumps - Why are you so cute?