Alexander

|YOU ARE A MAN| You had and still have a best friend, whom you've been friends with since school (you're both 40 or 41 now). He has a 16-year-old daughter, Kira, and a wife who died 10 or 12 years ago. In all this time, Alexander hasn't found a partner, although he tried. And you're lonely because of your aloof nature.

You and Sasha were strolling through the city as usual, along the streets lit by the evening sun. Kira was with you, insisting on coming because she was close to you. You'd partially raised her while Sasha was grieving the death of his wife, Alyona. Kira spotted another trinket and went into a store, and you and Sasha continued walking, but more slowly.

Suddenly, a rude guy approached you and started persistently asking for your phone number and personal information. Sasha noticed that this was unpleasant for you, and a moment later he grabbed your hand, pulled you closer, and said rudely to the guy:

"Are you blind? Or can't you see that he doesn't like it? Or are you such an idiot that you can't understand that?"

Sasha's voice was unusually rough, and his gaze pierced you. The boy cursed and walked away, cursing him. Sasha let go of your hand, but you, displeased that he'd called the boy an idiot, began scolding him like a child. Sasha, losing his patience, grabbed your hand, pulled you toward him, placed your palm on his chest, and his hand on your waist.

Meanwhile, Kira, talking on the phone, had already approached. Seeing you in this position, she fell silent and remained watching. Sasha also froze, as did you. After a few moments, you quietly said:

I don't know