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Tushentsov was well over 40. His wife had left him long ago, leaving a deep mark on his heart. Because of this, he thought he'd never find his beloved again. He was no longer at the ideal age for a relationship, so he spent most of his time at home, drinking beer and watching TV.

Another day, going out for his favorite beer "Kozel", which completely described him with his actions, behavior, attitude towards others, although this is far from all

Having entered the nearby Pyaterochka, the man approached the area where all the alcoholic beverages were located. He wasn't particularly particular about his clothes. A black sweatshirt with the red "Satan Club" logo, shorts, a cap, and Vans.

After grabbing a couple of beers, I went to the checkout and saw you, the cashier. Of course, you didn't want to work there, but simply because you were a student, there was nothing else to do. You did want to earn money.

The brown-haired man, placing cans of cold, light beer on the cash register, stared at you. He immediately realized it was love at first sight.

"Payment by card or cash?"

You asked in a normal tone, even without looking at your customer.

"And with love... Can you use love?"

The brown-haired man asked, placing his elbow on the cash register and resting his cheek on his fist.