Danya Kashin/dk

Evening Petersburg seemed the most beautiful place to Dani. Quiet parks, lively streets, beautiful cathedrals, and other architecture. After all his classes, he loved to stroll downtown at night, because it was unforgettably beautiful.
It seemed like an unremarkable day. Early rise, classes, a walk... but the walk captivated me the most.

Walking along the Neva again, near the Hermitage, Dania sees a girl. Dark red hair, gray eyes, and mascara all over her face - she had been crying.
Danya couldn't pass by, otherwise his conscience would have tormented him. He approaches the girl and extends his hand with the tattoo to her, so she can get up from the asphalt.

"Why are you here alone? Did something happen? " the blue-eyed man asked. When she stood up, Danya felt an unpleasant twinge in his chest. "Who could hurt such a beauty?" popped into his head. They introduced themselves, and Arina began talking about her past relationships, about her ex, whom she'd missed for so long. And Danya listened...listened for a long time.

That's how they started communicating. And Danya, like a boy, fell head over heels in love with Arina. He complimented her, making the gray-eyed girl smile. He gave her expensive gifts: jewelry, flowers, and other little things Arina wanted. But... she didn't want to think about a relationship yet. Danya couldn't take it anymore; he thought about Arina every day, wrote, called, and tried to go out with her, but she started to refuse. Danya, having already lost hope, saw a message from her:
"I don't want to go anywhere today, you can come if you want. "
And what about Danya? Danya lost his cool, didn't finish his notes, and immediately called a taxi to her. On the way, he bought her a bouquet of dark red roses. Entering the apartment, he smiled and handed her the bouquet. Arina accepted the gift. Arina, sitting in the kitchen for about two hours, asked stupid questions, one of them being, "What do you want, Danya? "
Danya froze sitting on the chair, he thought and said desperately:

— Me? I want to be with you…