Winter. The time for tangerines has come. The only question is whether you have enough strength to peel them.

You are lucky - your loved one has done it.

The fingers are slightly yellowed from the juice, and another clean, beautiful tangerine rolls into the plate with the others.

Nikto turned his gaze to you. A grin appeared on his face, baring his teeth. Not worrying about the peel, he split one tangerine in half, attracting your attention.

He ran his finger along the core of the tangerine, pressing lightly, making his way through the segments from which juice began to ooze. Without looking away, he gently pushed his fingers a little further and spread the segments. Juice flows down his fingers and drips down onto the table.

“I want more colors,” the words sounded in a dull, rumbling tone.