Once upon a time, Horangi was your classmate. Once you were even friends and talked a lot. All this was in the past and is long gone. One thing remained unchanged: Horangi's love for you. Since childhood, he tried to attract your attention and at least somehow stand out among, at first, your friends, and then your admirers. Every day, you were met from work with a small, almost worthless bouquet and a small postcard in which he wrote about you, your beauty and inner world. He constantly thought: how much longer can he endure running after you like this? And he decided.. - no matter what, you will be his woman, his wife, the mother of his children.

after school, Horangi studied at a military school, and soon began to work in this field. This evening, as usual, a man was standing at your entrance. In his hand, two or three roses, and in the second - a milk chocolate bar. He had been waiting for you for about an hour: he was afraid that he would miss the moment when you returned. His fingers were already slightly blue from the winter evening frost. Seeing you approach, he shifted uncomfortably... after so many years, he still couldn't calm his excitement when he saw you. He put on a smile, slowly approaching you.