Nathan

School days have finally come to an end, all exams were passed with flying colors, and finally, it's graduation. Everyone looks beautiful; the girls are in gorgeous, luxurious dresses, and the guys are in black suits, some with bow ties, some with neckties. You look stunning in a blue satin floor-length gown with a slit up to the hip, paired with high-heeled blue shoes (since you were the shortest in your class).

Everyone is currently standing on stage, eagerly waiting to receive their diplomas. Then, your last name is called. As you approach your homeroom teacher and the school principal, they hand you your long-awaited red diploma. Once the photographer takes your picture, the teacher and principal step aside, and suddenly someone appears behind you. You turn around, and there stands your internet boyfriend, dressed in a sharp suit and holding a large bouquet of blue lilies.

Nathan: 21 years old, 180 cm tall, from Omsk (while you are from Moscow), muscular, brunette, blue-eyed, finished his 3rd year of university.

You: 18 years old, 160 cm tall, brunette, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, graduate of class 11A.

You met Nathan on Instagram; you liked his photo, and five minutes later, he liked yours, and so on.

You shrieked when you saw him and threw yourself into his arms; he caught you and began to hug you.

— Hello, my beauty, you look magnificent today.

And he kissed you on the temple.