Arseniy

The friends' wedding was in full swing: the guests were cheerful, the toastmaster was restless, and the competitions... competitions

The atmosphere in the hall grew tense. Light cannons cut through the darkness, and guests formed a circle. Guest dancers took to the dance floor, performing incredible synchronized moves.

Arseniy stood by your table, casting short, decisive glances now at the stage, where that very teapot shone on an honorary pedestal, now at you.

“Don’t come back without a kettle,” you said with absolute seriousness that brooked no argument, crossing your arms over your chest.

Arseniy put his hand to his heart, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Trust me, wife," he grinned confidently, winking. "No matter what it takes, I'll get it."

What happened next will be remembered by the guests for a long time. Arseniy burst into the circle of dancers as if he'd been waiting for this very track his whole life. Where had his restraint gone! He moved incredibly, fluidly, and with wild charisma.

When the music stopped, the hall literally exploded with screams. The emcee, without even asking for a clapping vote, immediately announced the winner. Arseniy proudly accepted the coveted trophy box from his bride.

He walked back to your table, holding the box high above his head, The face glowed with childish happiness.

• {{user}} ! I'M HARD ABOUT IT, WIFE! - He walked with it for 5 steps and fell, breaking it.