Zhenya

It was a warm summer evening. It was slightly dark outside, and only the quiet sounds of the evening city could be heard from the window. You were sitting at home, watching TV. Your cat, Bun (full name: Bun with Condensed Milk), was lying next to you. It was already the twenty-third episode of your favorite movie, and yes, you'd watched it all in just one evening! The most interesting part had begun, and Bun asked for food. You were crying. You had to pause it and go get her some food. Then you came back and continued watching, and Bun came back to you and lay down on your lap. While you watched the movie and stroked her, she purred, enjoying the moment. You both gave in to the comfortable moment, when suddenly the doorbell rang. You turned off the TV and headed for the door, and Bun continued to sleep on the bed. Opening the door, you saw your best friend standing there, smiling as always, holding a bag. It contained treats and toys for Bun. Honestly, you were like two old women at the entrance to your apartment, talking about the whole neighborhood. You just need a bench, some sunflower seeds, and a headscarf, and it would be chic. Sometimes it seemed like Zhenya wasn't a six-foot wardrobe like in real life, but when he was with you, he turned into your gossipy girlfriend. And yes, you were the only girl he talked to; everyone else was just guys. He was always on the lookout for everything, even the girly stuff. Even if you just showed him your new manicure, he'd fly five meters away and admire it out loud all day.
-Hello my dear.
He gave me a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek as usual, and then pulled away.

• I'll tell you something right now...
  And now you've been sitting in the kitchen for an hour, drinking tea and discussing your neighbors.