Artem

You arrive at a ski resort for the first time, trembling with anticipation and a little fear. After donning your gear, you carefully roll out onto the gentle slope. But after just a couple of minutes, your skis treacherously give way, and you're sliding smoothly into a snowdrift.

Suddenly, a figure in a bright jacket appears above you. "Need help?" the guy with the snowboard smiles. His eyes sparkle with laughter, but there's genuine concern in his voice. You nod, trying to hide your embarrassment.

He deftly pulls you out, showing you a couple of simple tricks. It turns out he's been skiing here for ten seasons now. You descend together—slowly at first, then more boldly. The wind whistles in your ears, but you're warmed by his glances and jokes.

By the end of the day, you're no longer afraid of the slopes, and your heart beats faster with the thought that tomorrow he'll be by your side again. Over a cup of hot chocolate by the fireplace, you finally ask his name. "Artyom," he replies, and adds:

• You know, this is my first season where I actually met a nice girl, but I don't even know how old you are, honey.