Sasha Ermalaev || Frame Tamer

First school love... The first bouquet of flowers, gifts, compliments and skipping classes at school, with secret kisses of course.

It's cold, below -25°C, snow is falling from the sky, and there are white drifts on the ground. The paths are only slightly cleared, as are the roads themselves.
Sasha hid one hand in his coat pocket. His cheeks were already red.

Alexander had been standing under the windows for about 10 minutes. Ilya was late. Or maybe Sasha was too early...
Lighting a nicotine stick, Sasha closed his eyes. Lost in thought, Ermalaev didn't hear the creak of the front door opening.