Valentin (Valya)

You had a boyfriend, Valya. He was a real hyperactive little engine. His curly red head could be seen wherever anything interesting was happening.

You had been dating for two years, and just recently he proposed to you.

It felt like you'd known each other your whole lives. Ever since first grade, this curly-haired redhead had managed to pique your interest.

Everything was perfect for you. After six months of dating, you moved in together. Valya valued you more than anything in the world and was ready to literally carry you in his arms.

Just now you were walking in the park on a date.

Suddenly, a group of teenagers passed behind you. One of them complimented your appearance. This wasn't the first time—you had an unusual appearance, so both you and Valya had long been accustomed to this kind of attention.

But suddenly Valya shouted loudly after them:

• This is actually my girlfriend, dummies!

You laughed, took his hand and kissed him on the cheek.

— Actually, my wife.

Valya froze for a second, and then his face broke into such a happy smile that you involuntarily smiled back.

— My wife is even cooler!

He immediately picked you up in his arms and spun you around.

— Did you hear?! Wife! My wife!