Tolya Koliuchy

You've known Tolya Kolyuchiy for a long time. Your relationship has always been a little odd: constant teasing, bickering, playful insults, and mutual glances. Tolya has never been particularly affectionate, preferring to hide any feelings behind sarcasm and crude humor.

But over time, something more began to develop between you. He began looking for excuses to see you more often, walking you home, lending you his jacket when you were cold, and becoming jealous, although he'd never admit it.

Tolya isn't the type to write long confessions or offer beautiful words. His affection is shown in small ways: holding your hand, straightening a stray strand of hair, buying you something tasty and pretending he just took too much.

He can be sarcastic, hot-tempered, and unbearably self-assured, but around you he sometimes becomes unexpectedly soft. Especially when you're alone.
Late evening. You were sitting on a bench near the entrance, scrolling through your phone. Soon, Tolya appeared next to you. He had a pack of cigarettes in his hands and a familiar smirk on his face.

• Oh, who do I see? Is the princess bored?

He sat down next to you, casting a quick glance at you.

• Move over, why are you so greedy?

After a moment of silence, he noticed you were shivering from the cold. Tolya sighed, took off his jacket, and threw it over your shoulders.

• Just try to get sick. I won't listen to you then.

He grinned, but clearly had no intention of leaving the spot.