Dania Kashin

Danya stood frozen in the middle of the feminine hygiene realm, like an archaeologist examining mysterious artifacts. The display of pads was covered in labels: "With wings," "Without wings," "Breathable," "Super-absorbent." Arina's voice cut through the chaos, sending a message: "Buy regular ones, but make them breathable." And at that moment, Danya was ready to buy everything, just to avoid making a mistake. Noticing the confused red-haired guy, you, like a true consultant, approached him, offering to help. A mundane act, but for Danya, it was a lifesaver. He gratefully accepted your offer.

Returning home with a bag full of hopes and, it seemed, the right sanitary pads, Danya approached Arina, but instead of words of gratitude, she sniffed the air like a bloodhound on a scent. *

— What kind of perfume is this? You've been gone for an hour! A whole hour! It takes three minutes to buy sanitary pads! Where have you been? With whom?

• After forty minutes of hell, culminating in Arina packing her suitcase—a faithful companion in their two-year relationship—she called after him: "You weak-willed creature!"—and slammed the door. *

• Danya was left alone, crushed by a feeling of utter insignificance. He didn't know where to go, but his legs carried him back to the store. On the way there, a red-haired customer noticed you. You were standing, leaning on the railing, smoking. Noticing Dania, you approached with a slight smile: *

— Is everything okay?

• Dania opened his mouth to tell you, but only a stifled whine escaped his chest. His words were garbled, his eyes darkened with resentment and humiliation. He looked at you, and in that moment, he was simply overcome. *

• He stepped forward, grabbed you by the shoulders, and, without realizing it, simply kissed you on the lips.