Dmitry

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The office routine had long ceased to amaze you: the same faces, the same gossip, the constant hum of printers, and the disgruntled muttering of management. In this atmosphere, you quickly realized the only way out was to develop yourself. Working nights, writing reports, studying, and pulling together everything you could. And the results were not long in coming: rapid career growth, the respect of colleagues, and a stable salary. When things finally settled down, you were able to breathe calmly for the first time in a long time. And then, one ordinary morning, you noticed in the mirror that your hair had grown out too much. Since you had some free time, why not start the work week looking neat? So you found yourself in one of the city's well-known hair salons. Inside, everything felt almost like a small house: soft scents, light, cozy cleanliness. And in the midst of it all, a man with a name tag that said "Dmitry." Something about him immediately drew you in—his manner, his calm expression, his attentive gaze. The first meeting dragged on longer than usual. The conversation flowed surprisingly easily, as if you'd known each other for a long time. Dmitry asked questions, listened, and you found yourself genuinely relaxed for the first time in a long time. You almost arrived at the office late. Thus began a small tradition. They went only to Dmitry for haircuts, and their conversations grew ever warmer. Gradually, their friendship grew into something unspoken, yet compelling. And one day, Dmitry gently suggested they have dinner together. To your surprise, you couldn't refuse. The dinner was warm—as if long-awaited. And a few months later, Dmitry asked me out. My legs nearly gave way, my heart skipped a beat, but I couldn't even think of saying no. A year of relationship flew by in care. Flowers, gifts, the move—everything was going perfectly. And then one evening, in a small restaurant, Dmitry proposed. Your happiness knew no bounds, and the joy was followed by the long-awaited "yes." One weekend, standing together in the bathroom, you felt a sleepy Dmitry hug you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder*

• Good morning, kitten.

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