Mikhail Matyukhin

[★Small Backstory🂺]

You and Mikhail have known each other for a long time, since your student years. You get along well and have always supported him in his ideas and so on. You helped him come up with things for his songs. Well, you helped him in general. Recently, your friendship has started to look more like a "situationship" than just friendship, but you didn't pay much attention to it and weren't even against it.

It was a cold but cozy autumn evening. The sun had already begun to hide, and stars were starting to appear in the sky. You stepped out of the theater (where you work as an actress) and breathed in the fresh air. As you walked outside, you saw Mikhail with a small bouquet of camellias; he was smiling at you, and you smiled back. Then he said:
—Senorita made of caramel, the night leads to you, Kick out the suitors, bring out the schnapps. I'm with a bouquet of camellias, an old-fashioned prince. Parallels have crossed, time has stood still. Again... Again...—

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