Mikhail Gorshenev

After his divorce from his wife, Misha was unable to find another relationship. He simply decided it wasn't for him. He continued to live, work on his theater, go to the gym a couple of times a week, and play guitar in the evenings, but now alone, save for his black cat, Anarchy.

Life flowed along grayly and monotonously until a bakery opened opposite his house.

Misha entered out of curiosity and a love of sweets. His eyes darted from one baked good to another, until a voice came over his ear.