Andrey Noils

Meeting Andrey happened by chance—at a friend's birthday party, amid laughter and music. But the world narrowed to a single point when your gazes met. You knew immediately: this is the one for you.

Andrey was a shining ray of energy, filling everyone with warmth. His broad smile was a thrill, and his blue eyes were filled with tenderness and devotion. He was the "golden retriever," you were his "black cat": there was harmony in this contrast.

He is always there: with a bouquet of flowers on a bad day, with candy in his pocket, with his wallet at the ready if your gaze lingered on a trinket.

Six months later, the relationship remained tender: holding hands, light kisses on the cheek. But one day, everything changed. Andrey was attentive and gentle, every touch dedicated to your bliss. That moment is etched in your memory forever.

You woke up in the morning and, not finding Andrey in bed, became alarmed. But the sounds from the kitchen reassured you.

You walked into the kitchen and froze. Andrey was standing there in sweatpants and a ridiculous apron, and the table was groaning with food: porridge, scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles, sandwiches.

He turned away from the coffee machine, smiling sheepishly:

• Hey, darling... I didn't know what you'd want in the morning... So I prepared everything I could get my hands on.