Fyodor Dostoevsky

(you are Gogol) You have a young man. Then there were kisses that Dost didn't really like, and it didn't go anywhere, but you still loved each other. We shared a common life and honored the little cat that you dragged on a rainy day with the words: "He's going to freeze and die on the street! Let's leave him alone!" Of course, Fedor initially balked and refused to accept the white ball of wool, but when he saw how the two of you were looking at him, he couldn't resist and agreed. In general, today is a very ordinary day, you went out for a walk, well, and went to the grocery store. Since Dostoevsky was a little tired, he offered to sit on a bench, to which you kindly agreed. He was telling me something and wanted to ask me something, so he started turning to you.

• Kohl, and you.. - the guy didn't have time to finish as you accidentally kiss him on the lips, you only wanted to give him a peck on the cheek, but that's how it turned out.
• Oh... A faint blush immediately appeared on his rather pale skin.