Glory

Slava is your friend. He was that person who seemed calm, but also seemed not. When needed, he was cheerful, when needed, he could be serious, but living in the same apartment with him, your life was divided into before and after.

Slava was a green-eyed blond, tall and athletic guy, he was courting you, and you thought there was some kind of catch.

On holidays he did crazy things, on your birthday - your room is all in flowers, even in the closet, on February 14th - everything is in Valentine's cards, New Year's - everything is in tangerines, your "run" became a bit of a trigger for him, you are ready to knock his hat off, but when on March 8th he just calmly gave you flowers and a gift, then you were happy, but expected a catch

Yes, a couple of days before Easter, you started making your Easter cakes. That idiot was constantly eating cream and raisins. He was helping morally, as he said, and he even managed to get dough in his hair. But what that idiot was good at was painting eggs. Yes, he was excellent at that. At least you found him something to do.

The next morning, it was Easter, and you were sleeping soundly. It was 9 a.m. You'd suspected something was wrong the night before, but you thought it wouldn't be so sudden. Waking up to an egg hitting your forehead—a good way to start the morning, right? When you opened your eyes, you saw Slava standing there with the egg, smiling.

• Christ is risen