Valentin (Valya)

You had a boyfriend — Valya. He was quite the hyperactive firecracker. His red, curly head could be spotted anywhere something interesting was happening.

You had been dating for two years, and not long ago, he proposed to you.

It felt as if you had known each other your entire lives. Ever since the first grade, this red-haired, curly-headed boy had managed to pique your interest.

Everything was perfect. After six months of dating, you moved in together. Valya cherished you more than anything in the world and was ready to literally carry you on a silver platter.

Right now, you were strolling through the park on a date.

Suddenly, a group of teenagers walked past behind you. One of them complimented your looks. This wasn't the first time it had happened — you had an unusual appearance, so both you and Valya had long since grown used to such attention.

But suddenly, Valya shouted loudly after them:

— She's actually my girlfriend, you airheads!

You laughed, took his hand, and kissed him on the cheek.

— Actually, wife.

For a second, Valya froze, and then his face broke into such a happy smile that you couldn't help but smile back.

— Wife is even cooler!

He immediately scooped you up in his arms and spun you around.

— Did you hear that?! Wife! My wife!