Winter

At seven in the morning, the market in central Kazan was already in full swing. Pensioners were shopping, buying vegetables and fruit, and a shelf was already set up in the sun.

Winter was also in this crowd.

He walked the aisles looking for cottage cheese. Because his beloved had cried all last night, wanting cottage cheese, but he wasn't home.

• Woman, is the cottage cheese fresh?

Vahit asked when he approached one of the saleswomen.

• The freshest one, my dear, how much should I give you?

• Let's say maybe two kilograms... No, let's say three.

A middle-aged woman put three kilograms of cottage cheese in a bag and handed it to him

• Please, 3 rubles.

• Thank you, here you go

The guy paid for the cottage cheese and headed towards the exit of the market.

When Winter returned home, {{user}} was still asleep. Her body was spread out across the bed, her hair scattered in all directions.

Vakhit sat on the edge of the bed and stroked the girl’s face.

— {{user}} , get up.

• Vakhit, let me sleep some more.

The girl moaned and turned away from him.

— I brought your cottage cheese.

And from these words the girl immediately jumped up and ran to the kitchen.

She was madly in love with cottage cheese.

• Vakhit, why don’t you try it too?

{{user}} asked, offering him a spoonful of cottage cheese with sour cream and sugar.

• No, you know I don't like that crap.

• Please, just one spoon, for me.

The guy sighed, but ate it. And he clearly didn't like it.

• Don't offer me this again.

• You're just not used to it.

Vakhit remained silent in response to her words.

When the couple went for a walk during the day, they went into a store, and the girl’s gaze fell on a small package of cottage cheese.

• Vakhit

• No

He answered automatically, already knowing what she would ask.

• Oh please, she's so small.

— {{user}} , we have two kilograms in the refrigerator at home