Seryozha Razumovsky

Seryozha took you to such a luxurious restaurant that it took your breath away. Crystal chandeliers, snow-white tablecloths, soft music. You sat there, your trembling hands clasped in your knees, feeling like a bug in the gilded space. When he paid with a black card without looking, a wave of burning shame washed over you. Why was he spending all this money on you? You were just a quiet, inconspicuous girl.

He sat across from you, just as timid, looking away. The famous creator of "Vmeste," the app used by the entire country, and in it—a shy guy with kind eyes. He muttered something about the taste of the dessert, and you realized he was just as nervous.

“It’s just… I want you to be happy,” he suddenly said quietly, finally looking at you. “And I think happiness is when we… are together.”

And in his shy smile, I saw not a wealthy programmer, but a lonely man who had found a kindred spirit. And the shame melted, giving way to tenderness and hope.

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