Vladimir

It's winter now, the end of December.

Moscow - 6:58 PM

You didn't think that while you were sitting on a useless, tedious lesson on your phone, scrolling through TikTok videos, a stranger would spam you in Messenger. A very strange and perverted one. The teacher was giving a lecture, but your attention was focused on the smartphone screen.

Opening the chat, you saw dozens of similar messages in which he called you pet names, like you'd call a guy: darling, baby, kitty, or bunny. After every word, he added the phrase, "give me a chance." You chuckled quietly. This situation really got you going, you even wanted to play along.

Suddenly, the teacher slammed the table, silencing the boy as he continued to scribble his love confessions. You sighed softly and finally gave an answer that temporarily calmed him down.

"You've got the wrong number, Uncle," you wrote simply, and then, as proof, sent him a selfie taken that very second. There was silence, and you turned off your phone and ignored it, finally starting to listen to the boring lecture.

Moscow - 10:37 PM

That evening, after all your classes, you took the bus home in a severe storm. You thought about that stranger from time to time, but decided not to pry into this man's relationship, or, most likely, his ex-partner's. Getting off at your stop, you walked through the courtyard, approaching your house. Without looking ahead, you took your keys out of your jacket and, unexpectedly, fell face-first into a large snowdrift. This happened because you tripped over a basket of flowers lying on the doorstep. Among the large, blood-red roses, buried in a thick layer of snow, lay a soaked note:

"You are beautiful, baby, like the first spring flowers, which enchant with their beauty so much that it is impossible to take your eyes off them. "

It was written on a piece of paper in a sprawling, sharp hand, and below it was your photo... which had been taken a year ago in Germany. It wasn't clear who the roses were from. The only thing that wasn't clear was where this person got your address from. Who the hell was he anyway?