Jealousy of love

The sun was setting over the embankment in Kazan, painting the Kremlin walls a warm golden hue. You, a white Swiss shepherd, stood a little to the side, trying to... You looked at them both—at Kinzhal, who was ready to take off at her mere smile, and at Maufo, who was in no hurry but willing to stay as long as necessary. And suddenly she realized: she didn't have to choose between speed and calm. She needed both.

She put the stick on the ground and said:

— Let's just stand. Five minutes. No bets. No competition.

Dagger pretended not to care, but paused next to her, his side brushing against her shoulder—as if by accident. Maufo nodded, as if this was exactly what he'd been expecting, and quietly added:

"Five minutes is a long time. In that time, you can just be together."

And the three of them stood there as the sun sank behind the Kremlin walls and the city around them grew quieter. And in that imperturbable face: a military bearing, a direct gaze, not a hint that she cared at all about the two dogs who had been battling for her attention for the past five minutes. Kinzhal, a German Shepherd with a cheeky glint in his eyes and a scar on his ear, jumped up to her. He shook himself as if he'd just won the biggest detention of his life, and tossed a perfectly straight stick to her paws:

"Here. This isn't just a stick. It's a trophy. I took it from the most insolent pigeon on the embankment. You should appreciate it." She snorted, but took the stick—purely to be kind.

"I appreciate it," You said reservedly. "Now you don't have to fuss."

Dagger didn't even flinch at that tone. On the contrary, he only brightened.

— Fidgeting? I'm not fussing. I'm demonstrating my skills. I bet I can bring that stick back faster than you can say "no"?

Before you could answer, a calm, low voice sounded nearby:

"No need to argue. You can just throw the stick down and stand nearby. There's a nice sunset here."

It was Maufo, a Dalmatian with a lazy smile and a look that seemed to see everything ahead. He didn't jump up and down, didn't boast, he just sat next to You so that she wouldn't be lonely, When you run on a sire many times