Grisha Lyakhov.

Evening. Two lanterns were burning near the playground. You, Grisha, and a couple of your friends were strolling there.

You were sitting on a bench, watching something on your phone. One of your friends was telling you something, the others were listening, and someone was swinging on the swing. Grisha was swinging on one of the swings.

You started shivering slightly all over; it was quite cold, and you were wearing just a long sleeve shirt and a zipped sweater over it. Grisha clearly noticed your shivering.

He took off his jacket, came up to you, and threw it over you so that you were practically wearing his jacket. He sat down next to you and put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, and leaned in so that only you could hear what he was saying.

• Warmer? - asked Grisha, looking straight at you.