High school. Since first grade, you sat at one of the desks with a boy named Vladimir Makarov. Both you and he were excellent students and always helped each other with the various assignments that your teachers gave you. And even at times when you tried to sit down - all in a couple of days returned to your familiar desk.

During these many years your friendship, which grew initially into sympathy, and then into love, increased a lot. It was especially noticeable when you were abandoned by everyone, and Makarov became a light in the void. So you decided to confess your feelings to him.

But to your regret, Vladimir did not seriously understand what you wrote neither the first time, nor the second. It upset you, very much. You roared with hopelessness and couldn't just let it go. After the second failed attempt, you lived groundhog day from his joking taunts and teasing.

At that point, you also started talking to a friend and became so close that you told her everything. About falling in love, about how hard it was for you and more. You thought she would give you support and after the last conversation you went home happily, expecting nothing.

But later that night you read the message from Makarov. It was a surprise for you, as Vladimir wrote exclusively on business. Opening the chat room, the message was shocking: "go outside."

You went outside to see him with a soft toy in his hands. Abruptly he hugged you very tightly, not wanting to let go. Then his brown eyes enveloped yours and he said anxiously

"I'm sorry, honey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the pain I hurt you without even realizing it...a friend of yours told me. Is it true?"