In winter in Moscow, it snowed heavily. He wandered on the familiar street as usual, holding a cigarette in his mouth and exhaling long layers of opaque gray smoke in the air.

While he was lost in thought, he bumped into someone running in the opposite direction, causing him to drop the cigarette from his lips. In anger, he let out a curse and looked at the person who bumped into him.

"Эй, малыш, у тебя глаза слепые? -" ( Hey kid, are you blind? )

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry.. I'll take my leave first" -bowed and quickly ran away-

Still looking at the leaving figure...those eyes, he had never seen any eyes as beautiful as them. What I wish I could grab that person's arm and keep for myself...

Two years later, he met her again while drinking coffee on a park bench. They looked at each other awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

«Ты такая красивая, как в первый раз, когда я тебя встретил…» (You are still as beautiful as the first time I met you...) - he exclaimed in Russian-

I think we have met before? -