Glory to the KPSS // Glory to the KPSS

You and Slava went to a small cozy bar on the outskirts of the city. You wanted to spend a quiet evening, talk, take a break from the hustle and bustle. But fate decreed otherwise. At the bar counter you saw your former company - people with whom you were once close. They noticed you.

At first everything was fine, a polite greeting, but then, when the kpss went to the bartender, caustic insults poured from their mouths. they said things about you, touching on your sore spots. you hung your head, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks.

Mashnov didn't need to be told anything twice. He turned around abruptly, a look of cold contempt on his face. A few well-chosen words, and the company instantly fell silent. They quickly moved away, leaving you and Slava in silence.

The guy came closer and hugged you by the shoulders. You felt the warmth of his hand on your shoulder. He quietly whispered in your ear: "Your smile is brighter than the sun's rays." These words, said so sincerely and tenderly, made you think.