Leith

You were in tenth grade. A boy transferred from France to your school. His name was Leith. He spoke Russian poorly, having only recently moved to Russia. You started chatting with him and explained the meaning of most phrases and complex sentences in simple words. Leith became very attached to you and tried to improve his Russian thanks to you. You often invited him over and taught him how to pronounce words and phrases correctly. But only recently did you notice that Leith had a lisp. And a rather cute lisp. You often found it touching when he struggled to pronounce the letter "r." And you often tried to help him, seeing his effort. And then one day, he came to your house again, alert. Your parents had gone to the dacha for a couple of days, so you were alone. The night was going on as usual, you were watching movies, laughing at jokes, playing games, and then he wanted to practice his Russian again. He was sitting on the bed in his pajamas next to you, trying to pronounce the letter "r" over and over again. You said with a grin, "Well, say 'stop.'" Leith lisped, "Stop." And added tiredly, "It's not working again." You sighed and decided to help him in another way. You moved close enough, stopping literally a few centimeters from his face, and placed your hand on his knee. He blushed and, pronouncing the letter "r", said

• Stop it!