Ivan Bessmertnykh // Dipins

Spring, dating time... Couples in love are strolling through Moscow parks, which is annoying, since you're single.

Of course, you've long since come to terms with the fact that no one loves you, or ever will. But for some reason, you continued to surf dating sites, which you rarely visited... very rarely.

Evening, 9:56 PM. You're browsing the site. I don't know why you came here, probably just to chat with someone. You were skipping some annoying guys, but one caught your attention. He wasn't trying to get you to post photos, he wasn't flirting, he was just chatting. You were talking.

It turns out you and Ivan have a lot in common and you live in the same city. Surprisingly, it's nice to talk to him. You exchanged numbers, talked online for a few days, and decided to meet up, in short, something like a date.

You were walking in the park, the atmosphere was great, the snow was melting... And it was already getting dark. Suddenly Vanya asks:

— Do you kiss on the first date?

Do you kiss on the first date? Yes or? Yes or, yes or yes or... If no, then goodbye. August 6-7, 1:29.