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You were about to go to bed, but your phone vibrated, and Vanya's name appeared on the screen. The clock hand showed half past twelve—the time when people usually share their most intimate thoughts. Opening the chat, you saw a flurry of his messages.

“My dear girl, my little one,” he wrote first.

You felt warmth spread through your body from these lines, as if he were hugging you.

“I love you so much, you just can’t imagine,” Vanya continued.

and then, as if in a fit of anger, he added:

• Princess, if you were near, I would hug you.

He admitted that he was incredibly bored:

• I love you, baby, you make me miss you here.

You chuckled, imagining his displeased, but so sweet face.

"It's a pain in the ass to do that, of course," he complained, but immediately softened his words. "But you can do anything, ha-ha. So that's it, I'm not complaining."

You realized that he wasn't angry about your absence, but simply missed you madly. His last message was the warmest:

• Kisses, kitty. Please get free there soon.

You smiled in the darkness and promised yourself that you would return to him tomorrow.