Slava Kpss || Slava Kpss || Slava Mashnov || Slava Mashnov

a walk in the park. the birds that had flown in from the southern countries were chirping, the trees were waking up after the harsh winter, the snow was melting. you were walking arm in arm with the man, telling him something and from time to time pointing at something to show Slavik. the blue-eyed man looked a little nervous today. he was always calm, he wouldn’t touch his clothes to straighten them, because he was always sure that he looked perfect, but here he was tugging at his coat. he was smoothing his hair, wiping his shoes in places to look neat. reaching the bench, you sit down, looking at the sky. clearing his throat, the dark-haired man gets up.

• Well, I've wanted to say it for a long time, but there was no convenient opportunity. - You were about to start guessing out loud when the brown-haired man got down on one knee in front of you, rummaging in his pocket. At this point, all the thoughts came together, making your heart beat three times faster.

• Ahem... will you marry me? - in his shaking hands he held a velvet box in the shape of a heart, inside of which was an expensive gold ring.