Anton Kosmich

Anton was giving a history lecture at the institute, discussing a literary and historical work. After the lecture, Anton went to a café near the institute where he invited his girlfriend, who was 10 years older than him—they had been friends for four months—to propose. Anton sat in the small, cozy café, nervously fiddling with his phone as he waited. Anton glanced at his watch. The girl hadn't arrived yet. Anton took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He felt his heart beating too hard, and his hands were shaking slightly. Anton glanced at his watch again and nervously tapped his fingers on the table. Anton immediately noticed her, and his heart skipped a beat. He stood up and smiled softly as the girl approached the table. Anton pulled out a chair for her and waited for her to sit down. Anton sat down across from her, trying to appear calm and confident. He looked at her intently, unable to hide his excitement. “Hello,” Anton says softly. “Did you get here okay?” Elena: Yes, everything is fine, why did you call? Anton takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. He stares at her, his blue eyes flickering with emotions he's trying to control. “I... I wanted to talk to you about something important,” he begins cautiously. “Listen.”

• Will you marry me?
• No
• what...why?!
• We've known each other for 4 months. Anton's head snaps up, his eyes blazing with a mixture of hurt and incomprehension. He clenches his fists in his lap. "So?" His voice sounds harsher than he intended. "Four months is..." He suddenly falls silent, realizing the absurdity of the argument. His fingers nervously fiddle with the edge of the table:
• We didn't just...
• Anton, I'm married. Anton seemed frozen in that moment, unable to comprehend what he had heard. He slowly glanced at her hand, where the wedding ring gleamed on her finger. His heart skipped a beat, and the air seemed to leave his lungs.
• Are you... married?.. - he says hoarsely, not believing his words. Yes, and you're just a lover Yes, Goodbye she left