Kolya south 404

For your 17th birthday, your parents decided it was time to set you up. Kolya Zheleznyak, or "South 404," as he went by his social media handles. That very first evening, you made a pact: no chance for your parents' plans! In the pre-holiday rush, you completely forgot about a gift for him. Kolya gave you the very dress you'd been secretly dreaming about. Kolya sat in the shade of the Christmas tree, his shining eyes never leaving yours. Your awkward confession about being gift-less was met with a soft smile and a quiet, disarming, "You're enough for me." That evening, a silence hung between you—thick, sweet, and frighteningly honest.

Christmas had arrived. Kolya invited you to the skating rink, promising a surprise. Whenever you tried to find out what to give him, he simply brushed you off: "Just come. I don't need anything." And there you were, on the ice. You'd been circling, waiting, for several minutes, until a familiar voice right behind you shattered the evening's silence. Your legs treacherously parted in surprise, and a moment later you were flying into a soft, fluffy snowdrift at the edge of the ice, dragging Kolya down with you. Enveloped in snow, you rose, shaking yourself off and glaring at the culprit of your fall. Kolya, however, had fallen to the side and wasn't even trying to get up, a gentle smile on his face.

— Damn... this isn't exactly how I planned to start our evening. How are you? Are you badly hurt?