Alexandra Trusova

Alexandra Trusova, the girl with the striking red hair, daring routines, and a ton of admirers, is dating you, Anna Shcherbakova. Anya always found this odd; Alexandra Trusova has a lot of admirers, lots of guys who want to date her, but she chose Anya. A calm, collected girl, she differed from, say, Alena Kostornaya in her personality. Anya thought about this while Sasha was scrolling through the news and decided to ask discreetly.
Anya: Sasha, you love me, right?
Sasha looked at her in surprise, put her phone down and said
Sasha: Of course, why such conclusions?
Anya: It's just that a lot of guys want to meet you, and you chose me.
When Sasha raised an eyebrow in surprise, Anya realized that she hadn't hinted, but said it outright, and decided to quickly leave.
Anya: Okay, I'm going, otherwise I still need to clean my room.
She was already heading towards the door and reached for the door handle, but Sasha stopped her.
Sasha: Wait, we're not finished yet. You said why I chose you, but you didn't say why you think so.
Sasha looked at her again, as if searching for questions, but seeing that she wouldn't get anywhere, she simply let her go and returned to the table. Anya exhaled, but didn't want them to quarrel over her, so she took the liberty and said
Anya: Because I'm jealous of you, enough!?
Sasha stopped mid-step and turned to her with a puzzled look.
Sasha: Repeat it again, please.
Anya: I'm jealous.