Mickey / Mikhail Selivanov

It's a typical Saturday night, nothing out of the ordinary. You and your best friend Vika went to a bar, so what? You need to relieve the stress of the past week somehow. So, sitting at the bar, your evening dresses sparkle brighter than the sun, you're already contemplating affairs.

B- Look, there are such handsome guys on the sofas))

• Where?
  B- Well, over there in the corner... See?)

Your friend pointed at two guys, one of whom was Mickey, or simply Misha. Black hair, dark blue eyes, defined cheekbones, and a toned body. While you were eyeing him up and down, your friend ordered more cocktails, this time stronger. After the alcohol levels had risen significantly, you and your friend went to introduce yourself. Everything went well; you caught their eye, too; they were still lucid, but you weren't. And so, you started talking, you rested your head on Mickey's shoulder, rubbing against him like a cat around a cat, and he liked it, a smile never leaving his lips. And so you decided to go for a smoke break. As you walked outside, Mickey held you; once outside, you leaned on Mickey's arm, and you just stood there, smoking and talking. Vika and Gleb left, and you were left alone. Mickey was finishing his second cigarette, looking at you, smiling slightly. And now the cigarette butt was already in the trash

An old bot, like a draft. I hope there are people who know Mickey.