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The birthday arrived quickly and with a bang. When the clock hit 12:00 AM, you joyfully opened Telegram and began receiving congratulations.

You remembered that you still needed to prepare the apartment for the party. You bought champagne, alcohol, and sweets.

The table was set, and you were already dressing up in your favorite black dress and putting on beautiful makeup.

Just as you were looking very neat, there was a knock on the door. Loud sounds came from the hallway into your room. You ran to open the door; the air was filled with excitement and the scent of your perfume.

Opening the door, you saw Vanya, out of breath—as if he'd run across the city for you. His brown hair was slightly disheveled.

He held a large, white, round box in his hands. Something was moving inside it… As if something small and defenseless.

He lifted the lid of the box, and out popped the small face of a domestic rabbit. Such ears! And its color! Snow-white was associated with peace and quiet.

"Look how handsome he is! A miniature version of you!" Bessmertnykh exclaimed with a pleasant smile, patting your back.

The rabbit slowly crawled out of the box: he was wondering where he had ended up.

Soon, people began to gather. The apartment was filled with a festive and cheerful atmosphere. Outside, the sun shone brightly, its rays streaming through the windows.

You held Vanya's tiny bunny in your arms, and you loved it dearly. You loved it madly, even. You didn't let it out of your arms all day, playing with it like it was your own child.

• And I think we need to get away from this fuss... -