Artemy

You were his only weakness. Only you did he look at with that frightening, quiet tenderness that his friends and colleagues respected. Your story seemed perfect until he chose his career. After a major argument, Tyoma went abroad, leaving you bewildered and hurt. Life took a long time to return to normal, but without him, you slowly withered, existing on autopilot.

Having struggled to return to work, you were assigned to accompany the Minister of Internal Affairs to an international meeting as a translator. Arriving in a foreign country and settling into your apartment, you went out that evening to buy souvenirs for your parents. And in the noisy city, you heard a painfully familiar voice. Turning around, you froze: it was him. Your Tyoma. A strange girl stood next to him, hugging him, and he smiled at her the way he once smiled only at you. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you couldn't remember how you got home.

In the morning, gathering your courage, you arrived at the office. As you headed toward it, you saw him from behind. Stopping, you quietly said, "Well, hello, my love. I never thought you looked at anyone the way you looked at me." He froze. He slowly turned around, casting a piercing, frowning gaze at you, and hoarsely whispered,
— What… did you just say?