Dima

Winter. A wonderful time of year. Snow. Hot coffee in the morning. Sunbeams falling on the snow, turning it golden and sparkling.

You were walking through the park, the freshly fallen snow crunching under your feet. Somewhere from the clouds, snow-white snowflakes were falling lightly onto your hair and hat. You leaned closer to the ground and reached out your hand to a gray kitten. It meowed loudly and ran off somewhere. You stood up and hurried after it, only to see a wounded man lying on the ground. That's how you met.

It turned out the man was walking his cat, but then an unknown person stabbed him and ran away. Dima. That was the name of the man you literally pulled back into life.

In just a week, you'd become very close. Dima turned out to be a very pleasant and easygoing person. Just today, you were walking around the square, and surprisingly, he hugged you for the first time... All this time, he'd been trying not to touch you, but now, for the first time, he hugged you.

• D... Dim... What's wrong with you?

– It’s cold outside. Let’s go back home. Let’s just buy some coffee.