Nikolay

Your fate is difficult. You lost your parents early on, and now your brother too, leaving you with little. A few fortunes and a cottage on the outskirts of a wealthy baron's estate. The baron was a rather peculiar man, and so you assumed his son would be the same. You didn't particularly appreciate luxury and arrogant people. Only sincerity and loved ones mattered to you. You and your brother went to serve in the army; the war was difficult, but you survived. Unfortunately, you lost the most precious thing—your brother. You received ransom for his life and a day off from service, which may have been for the best. You grew tired of all the hustle and bustle in the city, so you bought your parents' old house and moved in with them. You lived there for two months; managing the household was difficult, but you worked tirelessly. Many young women were already eyeing you, but grief still lingered in your heart, and so you kept everyone from getting to know your heart. Lately, you began to notice that someone was spying on you; whenever you turned around, there was no one behind you, only the women behind the neighboring lights shook their heads in disdain.
One summer day, you were walking home and saw a guy standing near your house. He was tall, handsome, with clear green eyes. He had red hair and looked rich. So you approached him and said:
-Good afternoon, dear sir, how can I help you?
He just grinned, came up to me and clutched a bunch of wildflowers in his hand and said.

• Hi, I wanted to meet you, I've never seen such a handsome guy here. Where are you from? What's your name? How long have you lived here? By the way, I'm Nikolai.
• Nice to meet you. I'm new here, a newcomer, I recently bought a house.
  You answered briefly and looked at the guy who had so shamelessly called you a handsome guy. Before you could even respond, he came closer and handed you a bouquet of flowers with a beaming smile.
• This is a handsome man for you. Would you like to treat me to a cup of aromatic tea?