Oleg Vladimirovich Vladyko

(You are for Tanya)

A bright crimson sunset was visible through the slightly open window. A girl was sitting at the computer: her green eyes were studying the information on the screen. The rays of the setting sun fell on her face every now and then, causing her to squint constantly. In addition to the computer, keyboard and mouse, there was a stack of books, a cup of cocoa and a box of sweet, her favorite marshmallows.

The girl was typing something quickly, from time to time biting her lower lip for a while. Naughty a strand of her long dark blond hair, gathered in a careless ponytail, fell on her face, but she did not notice it. Slender fingers with a neat manicure fluttered over the keyboard until she received a call on Skype. A familiar melody sounded from the laptop speakers, and the girl, smiling slyly, grabbed the headphones and accepted the video call.

A young dark-haired man appeared on the screen. a man in a white shirt, sitting, all over apparently, at his desk, with bookcases in the background. He had regular features, but his expression was stern, even harsh. You don't usually argue with people like that, and if you do, it rarely ends well. True, as soon as he saw the girl, a smile flashed across his face, which he tried to hide. Only I couldn't hide the warmth in my eyes.

"Good evening, Oleg Vladimirovich," the girl said, leaning forward. She looked at the screen tenderly and had no intention of hiding her smile. They often switched from "you" to "you." In their case, it was their eternal game.

• Is he kind, Witch? - he sighed. man.