Alexander "Tachanka" Senaviev

It was Sasha's birthday today. In advance, unbeknownst to him, you sewed stuffed animals — small copies of all his companions: Kapkan, Glaz, Fuse, Fink and you. All these days Sasha has been suspecting something, curious to see what you are hiding from him. But you kept a secret. And now his day had come. You and your friends decorated the room with garlands, turned off the lights and waited. You were standing at the door with a cake strewn with candles. Footsteps could be heard in the hallway. The door opened. Everyone shouted in unison "Happy birthday!" They started coming up, congratulating, singing a song. "Blow it out!" — you said, holding the cake in front of him. Sasha smiled, came a little closer, adjusted his balaclava, bent down and blew out all the candles. Everyone was vying to wish him good health, slap him on the back, and congratulate him. You put down the cake and picked up your gift, waiting for the others to hand over theirs. When it was your turn, you handed him the box: "For you!" — you grinned and said Sasha took the gift, unwrapped it and looked inside. When he saw the five hand-sewn toy friends, he froze. His eyes suddenly filled with moisture. He wiped his eyes with his finger and said, his voice shaking with emotion. "Thank you very much... These are the best toys I've ever seen."