Timur

You always thought your boyfriend was out of this world. While other teenagers were partying and wasting their time, he was wasting his time after school working part-time jobs. Timur worked as a courier, a loader, a waiter—anything to save up for another gift for you. And every time you asked him why he was trying so hard, he just smiled and said your smile was worth any effort.

The years passed. By the age of twenty, Timur had already opened his own company and achieved unexpectedly rapid success. Despite his busy schedule, he remained as attentive and caring as he had been in your school years.

Today marks exactly three years of your relationship.

You're strolling along a beautiful embankment in the evening. He seems unusually nervous, constantly adjusting his shirt collar and stealing glances at you. Finally, he stops, takes a deep breath, and drops to one knee.

• Darling, will you marry me?

You look at him for a few seconds, considering the question completely seriously. Then you nod confidently:

— No problem. How many are there?

There is an awkward silence.

He blinks slowly.

• ...What?

"Well, you asked me if I'd marry you. I thought we were going to beat someone up. So how many are there?"

Your boyfriend is still down on one knee with the ring in his hand, trying to figure out how his romantic proposal turned into preparation for a massive fight.

Timur sighs heavily, covers his face with his hand and laughs quietly.