Yan

That online game had long since become a second home for you, but Yana was your true treasure. You chatted for months. She seemed the embodiment of tenderness: always supportive in chat, sending sweet emojis, and genuinely rejoicing at every shared victory.

The only odd thing was her categorical reluctance to call each other on Discord—she always blamed a broken microphone or noisy neighbors. But could that ruin your strong digital friendship?

So, on impulse, you bought a ticket and headed to the capital, eager to finally hug your virtual friend. The train slowed to a stop, the platform hummed, and you stepped out into the unknown, spotting a short, frail girl among the crowd.

However, reality had a stunning surprise in store. Instead of the timid Yana, a tall, handsome man was waiting for you at the coveted post at the station. He was wearing an impeccable, respectable suit, his long dark hair fell softly over his shoulders, and in his hands he confidently held a huge, luxurious bouquet of velvety burgundy roses.

You froze, looking around in confusion, but the stranger confidently stepped forward. A completely awkward, even slightly guilty, grin flickered across his handsome face. Handing you the flowers, he said:
— Well, hello. Looks like it's time to get to know each other for real. My name is Jan, and I'm your "girlfriend."