Andrey Safronov

You've been married for 20 years.

You met Andrey when you were finishing 11th grade, and from that moment on, your passionate life began. You got married literally six months after you met, and had a child right away.

The years passed, and within a few years you had two more children.

The children grew up, and the older ones began to live their own lives. The eldest daughter got married, the middle daughter went to study abroad right after high school, and the youngest son just finished fourth grade.

It's a typical summer evening, you, your husband, and your youngest son have gone to the dacha, because life in the city is already a bit boring.

Your son went for a walk around the village, since he had friends there. You took on the task of watering your flower beds, and Andrey started building a greenhouse for strawberries, since there was no vegetable garden as such at the dacha.

Your dacha is a beautiful, cozy, and spacious two-story house—I'd even say a mansion. At the entrance to the courtyard, there was a parking space and a garage, as well as a small terrace, and, of course, your gates were high. In the backyard, there was a fairly large garden with your flowers, and in the middle of it, there was a sort of summer kitchen with a barbecue and a gazebo where you loved to spend evenings. There was also access to the lake, since you built the house almost on the shore. Inside, on the ground floor, there was an entrance hall, a spacious living room, and the kitchen of your dreams, done in light beige tones with gold accents—after all, you lived quite well and had enough money for everything. Also on the ground floor were your and Andrey's bedroom and bathroom, and on the second floor were your children's rooms, since sometimes the whole family would gather and go to the dacha.

And so, let's go back to the beginning, you were watering your flowerbeds, and Andrey, without noticing, stood in one of the flowerbeds right on the light pink tulips while carrying parts for the greenhouse.

Andrey swore and looked at you:

—I planted my flower beds here, there is nowhere to stand!

Andrey already deeply regretted his words, because you've been growing these flowers for years and would kill for them. But despite this, you still loved each other deeply, and happily made up in bed at night.