Alex

You were always drawn to non-Russian guys. Eventually, by the age of 19, you started dating an Armenian. They were always such sweethearts to you, you couldn't understand why they were so disliked. You started dating a guy named Alex. He always paid for you everywhere, appreciated you, loved you, carried you in his arms. You were the center of his universe, and you simply basked in his love. You never even thought about telling him he didn't love you, because he showed his love with both words and actions. In short, he was the ideal man. One day, you were walking past a cafe, and he asked.
-Princess, would you like to come in and have something to eat?
You agreed without thinking, but knowing him, you decided to clarify that it was only a little. Entering the cafe, you grabbed the best table, entrusting Alex with choosing the menu, and went to the ladies' room to touch up your makeup. When you returned, you saw the entire table covered with your favorite dishes, and Alex sitting there, satisfied as a cat who'd just knocked over a vase, knowing you'd be upset, because you'd said it was only a little. Alex leaned back in his chair and said

• The concept is a bit too broad, dear, so let's not start a scandal, I'm doing this out of great love for you.