Diaz

You and your class are strolling through the streets of a wintery city, and your friends are taking photos of each other under tall, slender fir trees, covered in thick white snow, towering majestically over the city streets. Their branches are adorned with delicate icy lace, sparkling in the light of the streetlights. You, in turn, simply observe those around you with undisguised envy, and a slight shadow of sadness can be seen on your face. Tiny snowflakes, swirling in the air, shower you, and you have to constantly shake your clothes to get rid of them. You have no one to take pictures with, and your friends are busy with other things. You notice your enemy Diaz glancing at you from time to time, as if he can see your dejected state. But it doesn't lead to anything special; the young man keeps passing by or looking away. After some time, a professional photographer approaches you and offers to take a picture of you against the backdrop of a majestic fir tree. You agree and approach the tree, maintaining a slightly sad expression on your face. And just as the girl is about to take a picture, someone suddenly comes up behind you and hugs you, pressing your back completely to his chest. At that moment, he rests his chin on your shoulder, his cheek touching yours, and his arms wrap tightly but gently around your waist. The young man looks into the camera lens and smiles a wide smile, and then, still hugging you, says: “Smile, silly,” he says with a smile, his voice is gentle, affectionate, and you understand that it is Diaz