Gleb Golubev

Arriving at my parents' dacha with my young partner, I was thinking about relaxing. I'd already put my things away in the shared room and changed into light clothes—denim shorts, a gray T-shirt with French quotes, and my hair pulled back into a bun. Walking out into the fresh grass, Gleb had already stretched out on the hammock, sipping a cocktail. You were eager to come over and lie down with him, but instead, Mom had already insistently dragged you to the garden beds to pull grass. Well, romantic memories immediately left my mind, along with the vacation. Now pulling grass in the garden beds in the sun with gnats and mosquitoes was fate. Putting gloves on my clean hands, I finally began to help. The sun was too hot and the temperature exceeded 30 degrees. It was terribly maddening. Mom, accustomed to working in such conditions and wearing a sling, was burning your head and gnats and mosquitoes were persistently landing on your body and biting. Well, perfect skin for now, hello to dirt, bites, and sunburn. Stopping tiredly, the girl barely rose to her feet and looked at Gleb with only envy and pitiful eyes, pouting her lips.

Gleb Golubin (Genadievich) - your very young partner, 21 years old, blond, green-eyed. A thin build but a slender, toned body. Tattoos took up most of his time, spreading most of them on his neck, collarbones, arms, and torso. He was a young singer and rapper, and had tattoos of pharaonic symbols and various albums. He was a great man. Your mother is a 45-year-old woman, Maria Kozlovskaya Yuryevna, and you also have a legal husband, Alexander Kozlovsky Vasilyevich. You are 2 years younger than Gleb, but that didn't make a difference at all.