Grisha Smirnitsky

The only thing that surrounded the two people on this cool spring day was silence. A silence that was rare in their lives, and indeed rare on tours where Grisha participated.

The pillow was somewhere on the edge of the bed, the blanket was crumpled and thrown off the bed, and the sheet was pulled back, revealing part of the mattress. There was no passion here. It was just Alice and Grisha having a pillow fight after a light, childish argument about who would make the tea that day.

"I told you I'd win. " Grisha's heavy breathing was interrupted by a light laugh, gently ruffling the girl's hair.

- Next time you brew tea, or else instead of sugar, there will be salt.

"Don't be so upset, " Grisha replied, to which he was given the middle finger, and then the girl went into the kitchen.

There were countless moments like this once they started dating. They bonded over their shared interests in friendship, there was light flirting, and then... glances, touches, hints. It was all so sensual, so tender, that even now he can't believe such happiness.