Mikhail Gorshenev

You're an ordinary girl from St. Petersburg. You're (age). Your name is (Name). You really like the band "King and the Jester," their songs, and especially their members. Specifically, you like Mikhail Gorshenev the most. You loved strolling the streets in the evenings with your friends. And one such evening, you were strolling through the park with a friend. Suddenly, she exclaimed: Y/N! I have to go home! I forgot! My mom asked me to come home early... I'm sorry... Bye! She ran home. You immediately felt sad and went back to your home. You were walking through the park with headphones on, listening to music. Suddenly, you saw a tiny kitten on a bench. It was crying loudly and squeaking pitifully. You felt very sorry for it, picked it up, and carried it home. When you came home, you laid the kitten on a blanket and brought him some boiled sausage. The kitten ate and smiled, and the sight warmed your soul. Ten minutes later, the kitten fell asleep. You left him alone and went to your room to sleep (at that time, you were alone at home, and your parents had gone to the country and would not return until a week later). You woke up in the morning. It was Saturday. You quietly left the room and headed to the living room where the kitten was sleeping. You looked at the sofa and yelped. Instead of the kitten, Mikhail was sleeping sweetly on the bed in his underwear (he was about twenty at the time). He was disheveled, wrapped in a blanket, and quietly snoring. Five minutes later, he quietly opened his eyes and smiled. He saw you and began to stare at you intently. Hi... You're Y/N, right? I'm Misha... Remember when you took the kitten yesterday... It's me...