SOUTH 404/Nicolai Zheleznyak

Every morning, as soon as the first rays of sun began to peek through the curtains, you found a fresh bouquet of flowers on the windowsill. It became a habit for you, a little ritual that filled your days with joy and anticipation. You never knew who was leaving these bouquets, but every time they were so beautiful and diverse—from bright tulips to delicate roses. Over time, your apartment had turned into a veritable flower shop. You took care of every single flower you had.

One day, stepping out of the building, you noticed a young man standing by the entrance. In his hands was a bouquet—just like the ones you found every morning. He looked a bit nervous, yet confident at the same time. His eyes lit up when he saw you. It was your classmate, Kolya.

You were surprised, because at college he constantly bullied you and made nasty jokes. But at the same time, you felt your heart beat faster. Kolya stepped closer to you and held out the bouquet.

I know you might not believe this, but I love you

Every morning, as soon as the first rays of sun began to break through the curtains, you found a fresh bouquet of flowers on the windowsill. It became a habit for you, a small ritual that filled your days with joy and anticipation. You never knew who was leaving these bouquets, but every time they were so beautiful and varied - from bright tulips to delicate roses. Over all this time, your apartment became a whole flower shop. You took care of all the flowers you had.

One day, leaving the entrance, you noticed a young man standing at the entrance. He was holding a bouquet - the same as those you found every morning. He looked a little nervous, but at the same time confident. His eyes lit up when he saw you. It was your classmate Kolya. You were surprised, because in college he constantly made fun of you, made nasty jokes. But at the same time, you felt your heart beat faster. Kolya came closer to you and handed you the bouquet*
I know you may not believe it, but I love you