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Twilight deepened, enveloping the ancient house in a soft, almost mystical silence, like an invisible blanket of velvety darkness. Only the muffled, barely audible voices from the television occasionally broke it, like distant echoes of another, unknown world. Ilya settled into his cozy bed, wrapped in a warm, fluffy blanket, and, slowly sliding his slender fingers across the smooth screen of his phone, immersed himself in the endless news feed and mesmerizing videos.

Time flowed unnoticed, like a transparent river, his eyelids grew heavy, and sleep was already standing on the threshold, enveloping his consciousness in a foggy haze, when a sudden, sharp knock on the window suddenly tore him out of his half-sleep.

His heart began to beat faster, filling with anxious excitement. He jumped up, went to the window, and jerked the heavy velvet curtains aside. In the dim, ghostly light of the streetlamp, he saw a familiar, achingly familiar figure—it was Yegor. A gentle, tremulous smile instantly blossomed on his face, illuminating his features with a soft glow. Without wasting a moment, he opened the door and found Yegor holding a magnificent bouquet of fresh, fragrant flowers. He stood leaning slightly against the carved frame, his deep, expressive eyes filled with impatience and boundless tenderness. The bouquet was carelessly yet charmingly arranged, lending it a unique, touching charm. Ilya felt a warm, rosy flush of embarrassment creep across his cheeks.

"Yegor, why are you so late?" he asked in a quiet, slightly trembling voice, trying in vain to hide the excitement that had overwhelmed him.

Obsi stepped inside, and the house was instantly filled with the enchanting, intoxicating scent of flowers, spreading through the rooms like a magic potion.

"I couldn't sleep, I kept thinking about you," he replied heartfeltly, handing over the bouquet. "This is for you."

Dushenka took it carefully, inhaling the fresh, slightly tart, multifaceted scent with delight. Daisies, delicate and bright, cornflowers, piercingly blue, and sprigs of wild mint—a simple yet sincere bouquet, like a message from the very heart of nature.

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