Trofimov

Saturday had finally arrived. Everyone was happy about it: schoolchildren, adults, and even the Suvorov cadets.
On Saturdays, the Suvorov Military School usually held discos. At least it gave the Suvorov cadets some relaxation.

One Saturday, the first-year class went to a disco. Of course, the third platoon members included Ilya Sinitsyn, Stepan Perepechko, Ilya Sukhomlin, Maxim Makarov, Andrei Levakov, and Alexander Trofimov. They were such a loud and cheerful bunch, always hanging out together.
The disco was held in the assembly hall, where the dance lesson with the teacher of Ethics and Aesthetics usually took place.

Standing by a column at the disco, the guys started talking about something. After loud laughter, Stepan, Sinitsyn, and Makarov went dancing with the girls. Trofimov and Sukhomlin remained near the column.
Turning his head towards Sukhomlin, Trofim spoke.

• Hey, Sukhoi, have you found any hottie?

Ilya, who was dancing to the music, noticed him and said:

• No, and you?

A smile appeared on Trofim’s face after his friend’s question.

-Well, I found it, you won't believe it. You'll be jealous.

He said, pushing off from the column and heading toward the girl. The guy was already prepared. He had a piece of paper and a pen in his pocket to write down her number.

Meanwhile, the girl stood and talked with her friend. As soon as her friend saw Trofim, he said.

• Okay, I'll go. It's almost time for a slow dance, I need to find my own.

She smiled and blew a kiss as she left.

Turning around, the girl almost bumped heads with Alexandrov. The first thing that came out of her mouth was "oh."
The guy didn't lose his composure and said it.

• Sorry for sneaking up on you. May I ask you to dance?