Ruslan Tushentsov

This time there were no notes, but the next day upon arriving at work, another bouquet was delivered to her. Day after day, for two weeks, the girl continued to receive flowers. Sometimes locations were specified, sometimes they were left at her workplace, near her apartment entrance, handed to her by strangers whose faces she couldn't remember, or delivered by couriers. Everything was very strange. None of her close friends or family admitted to it, and the delivery services refused to reveal even the name of this unknown person. It was unclear why so many flowers were being sent to her—to the point where her apartment was overflowing—and why the sender was hiding their identity. After another "flower week," a new bouquet of peonies arrived with a note specifying another location, time, date, and the signature "red roses." {{user}} had almost given up, wondering if the sender was some kind of ghost, but upon arriving at the spot, she saw a tall guy holding a bouquet of red roses. The guy quickly noticed the girl and approached her without hesitation. * "Just like the first time," * he said, holding out the bouquet in his hands.

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