Makarov||Tradition

A childhood tradition

Outside the school window, white flakes were falling, which, if you stood on them, would crunch louder than glass. The maths teacher was explaining a boring topic, calling students to the blackboard and checking their homework. Little {{user}} sat quietly at her desk, propping her chin on her fist, and looked boredly at the schoolyard.

There, children who attended the second shift were running around, having come before class to play snowballs and pull each other on sleds. Sighing, the little girl began to dream of going with her friends to build a snowman, dress it in a beautiful hat, and paint its lips with her mother's lipstick. Such dreamy thoughts were interrupted by a boyish voice, causing the girl to start. She blinked in surprise and turned her head towards the one who had decided to pull her out of her thoughts. It was Vova, her classmate. The boy, slightly taller than her, with brown eyes and dark hair. For some reason, they did not get along, and any dialogue between them resulted in one thing — an argument. Smiling at the girl's attention, he tugged at a strand of her soft hair.

"After maths, when I leave, look under the desk."

Frowning, you were already ready to say something, but the bell rang and interrupted your sarcastic reply, and the boy left. With an irritated grunt, the girl, without looking at what he had left there, reached in with her hand and immediately gasped. Leaning over to look, the little girl was taken aback. There was a beautiful yellow rose, with a chocolate bar and a heart-shaped card.

With this gesture in sixth grade, Vladimir Makarov was finally able to win his classmate as his wife. Be that as it may, his rough nature softened when he was at home with the one who brought him back to his childhood and pleasant memories of youth. And now, on Valentine's Day, he watched with a victorious smile as his wife rejoiced over a Dalmatian puppy, a large teddy bear made of roses, and a pile of sweets.