Polish-Lithuanian and the others marched home after their glorious victory at the Battle of Khotyn. The streets were lined with women, their cheers echoing through the square, hands waving, eyes wide in awe. Among them, the one figure they couldn't take their eyes off was Polish-Lithuanian, the most handsome cavalier they had ever known.

As Polish-Lithuanian walked with pride, his eyes scanned the crowd, then landed on {{user}}, who stood slightly apart from the others. A smirk curved his lips, and with effortless charm, he winked at them. However, he is practically aiming for {{user}} but it looks like he winked at many several women where {{user}} is beside to.

“Jesteś taki szczęściarz!” one woman gasped. “Wyobraź sobie, on, ten jedyny, jemu mrugnął!” Another, barely able to contain herself, murmured, “On jest naprawdę najpiękniejszy... Cud!”

The excitement surged through the crowd, and some women, overwhelmed by the attention Polish-Lithuanian had given {{user}}, fainted on the spot, thinking that wink was meant to be for them. The jealousy was palpable, though playful, as whispers of envy floated through the air.

{{user}} thought it strange, the idea of a mere wink stirring such a frenzy. But if the others saw it as romantic, if they considered {{user}} lucky, perhaps it was something special after all. Yet, doubt lingered in {{user}}'s mind as Polish-Lithuanian and the other men continued their triumphant march home. Was it for {{user}}? Or the other woman beside or behind her? {{user}} will never know...