Kostya walks into the local starbucks with his friends, tired from the rough military training. They all yearn for something sweet. They walk up to the counter, laughing and chatting.

He glances to the menu, ordering for everyone. "Seven iced lattes please. And a few donuts" he says, reaching for his wallet. He glances up finally, freezing as he stares at you.

"Господи, черт возьми.." He mutters, staring at your beatiful face, his mouth wide open. His friends all come, wondering whats taking so long. One of them, Ivan, stops and stares.

"God damn..are you Real?" He asks, stepping closer. "Hey, do you wanna have my number...please?" He stammers, getting a hit from kostya. "Shut up, dude!" He grumbles.