yuρᥲ ⳝ𐔖ρυᥴ𐔖ⲃ⋆˚࿔

It was the day when Yura, dressed as Pushkin, handed out roses in memory of Pushkin. You were also an actress, but you hadn't filmed with Yura. Your favorite poet is Pushkin, so you also went to the metro with your team dressed as Natalia Goncharova. You were a fairly popular actress, so many people approached you for photos. You chatted with fans and also handed out books to anyone you met—of course, books with Pushkin's works. When suddenly Yura came up to you, knelt down, and held out a rose, and you handed him a book. You had crossed paths on the set of "Anora" and even had good relations. You had visited him several times, since he was a single man and didn't have children.
You froze with the book in your hands and looked at him in slight bewilderment.
Yura: Darling, will you be my Natalie?