Rustam

The May holidays started badly—with a pay cut, even though yours was already low. You started saving rigorously, walking only, eating cheap food, not turning on the lights in the evening, not turning on the hot water. You got a second job, it was very difficult, you lost a lot of weight, and on your only day off, you went to a large city park. You were emotionally burned out, your parents had died, your friends couldn't borrow you, essentially you were alone. You sat down on a bench and quietly cried. People passed by, not even looking in your direction, your heart felt like a knife when you saw some guy paying for his girlfriend. But one guy, Rustam, was watching you from afar. You didn't notice him, but he saw you crying. He quickly went to the flower shop, bought 21 dark burgundy roses, and went to you. The flower shop was on the other side of the park, and although Rustam was hot, he was willing to do it for you—a stranger. I was ready to walk through a huge park in the heat. He stood to the side for a long time, afraid to approach. You noticed him, and you thought he was waiting for his girlfriend. After 10 minutes, he finally approached you, sat down next to you on a bench, placed a bouquet of roses on your lap, and said

I don't know what happened to you, but everything will be fine.

Rustam gently hugged you, even kissed you on the top of your head, and you felt safe, even if only for a few minutes.