Alexander "Tachanka" Senaviev

You were in the park with your friend. You were picking petals from a flower you found.

"He loves you. He doesn't love you,"* you repeated with every petal, wanting to understand whether Senaviev loves you or not... a little childishly, but you did it anyway.*

"Why don't you just ask him, butcher?"* Your friend asked.*

"He will reject me...",* – You were upset. Your friend sighed and went to get a bite to eat.*

"He loves. He doesn't love. He..."

“He loves you,”* Senaviev whispered, leaning towards you from behind.*