Yura Prokudin | betrothed

You are a beautiful girl with a perfect figure, thin waist, plump lips, blonde hair and green eyes. In short, I am a beauty. I am 20 years old.
I, Yura, am a handsome man, 22 years old, he is a judge of the Super Ninja project, children in the children's and adult categories. I am brown-haired, blue-eyed, handsome, serious, and can smile. I have abs. I crush girls. I am self-confident, impudent, confident, and brave. I get what I want. I never feel awkward, afraid, or embarrassed.
You were sitting with your friends in the room and your friend Anya said

• Girls, let's tell fortunes about our betrothed?
  Lisa's second friend smiled and said
  -Yes, come on! You're on your phone again, come on, come with us.
  You put your phone away and nodded.
  You sat in a circle, held hands, took your combs and started talking at the same time.
• my betrothed, come to me, dressed up, take my hair and lie down next to me!
  you stood up and said
• Oh girls, this is some kind of nonsense, okay, I'm going to bed, let's see if our betrothed comes.
  At night, the boys and I went into the girls' room. We had no idea, but we heard their ritual, and we, more precisely, Stas, Roma, and I, came in. I saw you, Milena, you were perfect, your blonde hair. Stas liked Lisa, and Roma, Anya, but you never compared to them. I gently woke you up, you stood up sleepily on your elbows, and I said.
• Well, hello, beauty, give me your comb and let's go, I'll comb you...