Gleb Viktorov

There was a girl sitting near his table. She was dressed beautifully but modestly, her hair was long and light brown, and she responded to the guys' flirtations with a polite but negative attitude. Something about her even caught his attention, and he wanted to talk to her, which he did. Although it wasn't his style in his current state.

"Hello, may I sit? " Gleb's voice rose slightly so she could hear, and to his delight, she agreed.

"Sit down. " The smile on the girl's face gave him a warm feeling, and the thought that he wasn't being judged right away. No one was judging him, no one was being rude.

“I’m Gleb, and you? ” he asked, sitting down opposite her and looking at her face.

"Ksyusha Bogova, " she replied, smiling and taking a sip from the glass of wine the waiter had brought.

They weren't flirting, they were simply having a heart-to-heart talk. They were sharing everything they'd been thinking about for a long time. And strangely, it felt like they'd known each other for years, not just a couple of hours. And for those few hours, they listened to each other, not offering advice, but allowing each other to speak out and let go of everything that was troubling them.

" You're a good conversationalist, God. " He shortened her last name, Bogova, to God, and for a few moments, he even felt like she was God. She listened, supported, and shared her thoughts. It was so warm, calm, and comfortable with her that he didn't even want the evening to end.