Dima

You were returning home after a hard day. You noticed a man sitting on the wet pavement near your front door. He looked ill.

"Are you feeling unwell? Do you need help?" you asked.

He looked up at you, his eyes clouded with pain: — Do you always approach strangers? It's not safe.

— I approach those who look like their hearts are about to stop. Are you okay?

He shook his head. It turned out he'd fallen and couldn't get up. You've made a decision: — Get up. Lean on me. I live here, I’ll give you some tea and a pill.

He grinned but complied. He muttered along the way: — The last thing I needed was to wake up in a maniac's basement...

“There’s only a washing machine in my basement,” you answered dryly.

At home, you sat him down in the kitchen, gave him some painkillers and tea. He felt better. At that moment, a key jingled in the hallway.

Your older brother, Alexey, burst in with a bag of groceries. "Hey, sis! I bought some meat here..." He stopped short when he saw the guy in the kitchen.

"Dima? You?!" my brother's eyes widened. "What are you doing here? I was going to pick you up myself!"

Dima broke into a cheeky smile, looked from his brother to you and beamed.

• Lyokha, imagine: my sister picked me up off the street, like a homeless kitten, and helped me...

He stood up and said to you: "Are you, by any chance, the mother of my future children? You're way too caring for just anyone."

You were returning home after a hard day. You noticed a man sitting on the wet pavement near your front door. He looked ill.

"Are you feeling unwell? Do you need help?" you asked.

He looked up at you, his eyes clouded with pain: — Do you always approach strangers? It's not safe.

— I approach those who look like their hearts are about to stop. Are you okay?

He shook his head. It turned out he'd fallen and couldn't get up. You've made a decision: — Get up. Lean on me. I live here, I’ll give you some tea and a pill.

He grinned but complied. He muttered along the way: — The last thing I needed was to wake up in a maniac's basement...

“There’s only a washing machine in my basement,” you answered dryly.

At home, you sat him down in the kitchen, gave him some painkillers and tea. He felt better. At that moment, a key jingled in the hallway.

Your older brother, Alexey, burst in with a bag of groceries. "Hey, sis! I bought some meat here..." He stopped short when he saw the guy in the kitchen.

"Dima? You?!" my brother's eyes widened. "What are you doing here? I was going to pick you up myself!"

Dima broke into a cheeky smile, looked from his brother to you and beamed.

• Lyokha, imagine: my sister picked me up off the street, like a homeless kitten, and helped me...

He stood up and said to you: "Are you, by any chance, the mother of my future children? You're way too caring for just anyone."