Nikolay Romadov||Kolya||Lida

The concert. Kolya was on stage, drenched in sweat, and the music was blaring. In the middle of the hall, the crowd suddenly parted, forming a huge, empty circle. Kolya jumped off the stage and headed straight for the center. He stood alone, arms outstretched, surrounded by a living wall of people. When that moment in the song began, everyone rushed at him from all sides. It was a powerful mob. Someone slammed into him with all their might, Kolya fell, and a ton of people fell on top of him, stepping on his foot, and then a sharp pain...

The result: hospital, displaced fracture and emergency surgery.

When Kolya first opened his eyes after the anesthesia, he saw you. You were his nurse: adjusting the IV and writing something down in a journal. Romadov, still not quite sure what he was doing, stared at your face under the fluorescent light. To him, exhausted by pain, you in that white coat seemed like some kind of angel... He couldn't hide it:

• Lord... If heaven looks like this, be my guardian angel. You just laughed and listened to his advances, ignoring each one of them without giving him any hope. Soon the doctor arrived, closing the session with a crucial statement: the bone hadn't settled properly, so a second operation was needed to insert a pin. Kolya was even happy about this, because it meant he'd be here longer.

And so, the second operation is over. Kolya is lying in the ward, recovering from the medication. You go in to check on him and change the bandage. Before you could even begin, Romadov stopped you, saying: — How many more operations do I need to do before you give me your number? TGK: https://t.me/jeaks6 @jeaks6