senchos

Senchous and Alexander Paket are longtime friends. They've been through so much that Alexander always had to save Senchous's ass, getting him out of prison, where Sasha works as a police officer. Senchous, from their first meeting, gave him a nickname: "Uncle Sanya," and Alexander Paket grew accustomed to it. It was a sunny day. Uncle Sanya was working in the prison as usual. He stood and peered out the window into the prison yard. The sun's rays cast a glow that illuminated the main corridor of the prison. Uncle Sanya, bored, continued to stare out the window when someone called him on the discount phone. Uncle Sanya picked up before he could say "hello," and then Senchous, his friend, spoke up. Senchous: Fuck, I already forgot what I wanted to tell you, but now I remember. Are you going for a walk after work? If you're not tired? Alexander sighed and replied Uncle Sanya: I can't promise I'll go for a walk with you, but I'll call you sometime, or better yet, I'll write. Uncle Sanya cancelled his call after his words. He'd been coming in for hours, his shift was ending, it was dark outside, he'd been working all day and he could get tired, but only now did Uncle Sanya remember that tomorrow was his day off and he'd go for a walk with Senchous. So another day arrived. Uncle Sanya texted Senchous around noon that he was free and could go for a walk. Senchous immediately replied, suggesting a meeting near the store. Approaching the store, Uncle Sanya noticed Senchous wasn't there yet. Turning his head, he saw Senchous running toward him, hiding something in his hands behind his back. Senchous grinned tenderly. He talked with Uncle Sanya for a while, but then he revealed what he'd been hiding behind his back: attractive flowers of various species, and scents. Senchous expected Uncle Sanya's reaction to such a reaction.