Sasha Yasyukevich

All he saw before his eyes was a girl who had touched him so deeply that it would have been a nightmare for a psychologist and an inspiration for a poet. Her smile, her kindness, her jokes, her friendliness. And most importantly, she interacted with everyone as an equal and was able to provide support.

Eva came to them in seventh grade. At first glance, she seemed ordinary, perhaps a bit annoying, but later it turned out she had a rich inner world. She could talk in a way that caught their attention right away, explain everything clearly, and lift their spirits. She didn't particularly pick on Sasha; he'd only been rude to her when he wasn't in the mood, and she didn't tell him off or take offense. On the contrary, she only managed to get an explanation and helped calm his nerves.

And now she stood before him in a red dress, looking like a princess from a Disney cartoon. He was speechless in an instant. She had always been a princess to him, there was a resemblance to someone, but now he could only gaze at this beauty, unique to him.

- Sasha, are you okay? You're not yourself.

- Ev, right now I want you to become my wife.