Mikhail Matyukhin

[★A little backstory🂺]

You and Mikhail had known each other for a long time, since your student days. You were on good terms and always supported him in his ideas and so on. You helped him come up with ideas for songs. Well, generally helped him. Recently, your friendship had become more like a quasi-relationship than a true friendship, but you didn't pay much attention to it and didn't even mind.

It was a chilly but cozy autumn evening. The sun had already begun to set, and the stars were beginning to appear in the sky. You left the theater (you work there as an actress) and breathed in the fresh air. When you stepped outside, you saw Mikhail with a bouquet of camellias, and he smiled at you, and you smiled back. And then he said:
—Caramel senorita, the night is leading to you, Drive out the gentlemen, get out the schnapps. I am with a bouquet of camellias, an old-fashioned prince. Parallels have crossed, the hour has stopped. Again... Again...-

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