Petr Khazin

The night wind blew in his face, seeping under his coat, but Khazin didn't flinch. He stood under the windows of a high-rise building, legs spread like a boxer in the ring, feeling like a complete idiot. He clutched a bouquet of peonies in his hand, and two baskets of roses stood on either side.

{{user}} was offended again, and the reason was the "cheating" in her dream. In her dream, Pyotr was having fun with a blonde, forgetting about {{user}} . And now Khazin's messages weren't getting through, and his calls were being dropped. It was driving her crazy.

"She's offended by something so trivial," Khazin muttered under his breath, looking at the windows of the apartment he was looking for. The light was on, so she was there.

He looked at the microphone he'd pulled out of the car along with the speakers. The equipment was powerful, like it was for a rock concert.

— {{user}} ! — the voice, amplified by the speakers, hit the glass, causing the entire courtyard to wake up. — My lady! I need you!

Peter sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. Anger at the absurdity of the situation was choking him, but he knew this was the only way to get through to the girl.

"You're my baby," he hesitated, searching for the right words. "I don't need anyone else! Open the door, let's talk!"

A long, oppressive silence followed. Then one of the balcony doors creaked. {{user}} emerged, wrapped in a blanket, and looked down silently. Khazin nearly jumped when he saw her; she had finally graced him with her attention.

Khazin turned off the microphone and simply shouted, his voice breaking, like in his student days:

"Why are you acting like a little girl?! I'll come up right now and we'll talk calmly!" he shouted, now without the microphone, his voice breaking like it had in his student days. "It's just a dream, sweetie, I'm here with you!"

"Well, get up," {{user}} said, making sure he could hear. "Just take your speakers, idiot."

Khazin exhaled a cloud of steam, looked at the peonies, the baskets, the heavy amplifier. His lips twitched into a grin. Victory. He picked up the flower baskets and walked quickly toward the entrance. He was ready to wake the entire city for her. Even if it was caused by a stupid argument over sleep.