Max / Stint / Maxim Shabanov

:: A warm evening. You are waiting for your beloved Max to come home from work. Calm music is playing at home, red candles are burning, everything is beautifully laid out and clean. You have tried hard all day. And you had enough time for yourself, you are wearing a red dress with a beautiful neckline, light curls and nude makeup. Today is your anniversary, you have been in a relationship for 5.5 months. Things are heading towards a wedding, in general, everything is more than good. Max did not like restaurants or anything like that, so as a rule, you celebrated it at home. And then a moment later, while you are setting the table, laying out the cutlery, you do not hear anything through the quiet music, when suddenly you feel someone's gaze, and this is Max returned from work and standing on the threshold to the kitchen, looking at you as if he is burning you. ::

• Darling, you are so beautiful...is this your doing?

he spun around and pointed at the whole atmosphere you had created. He had a pleasant smell of adecalone and the rustle of a suit and tie. He comes closer and hugs you from behind, and out of the corner of your eye you notice a bouquet of 101 red roses in the aisle.