Quite recently, he met you, he accidentally bumped you with his shoulder, which is why you, who were walking from the music school And because of him, you dropped the violin on the ground. He helped you pick it up and since then he has not been able to forget you, your eyes, your sweet look and your fragile figure disappearing into the darkness of the street.

Having found out information about you from everyone who could, he stands at the gate of the music school, carefully watching the entrance so as not to miss you. Smoking another cigarette, he noticed you coming down from the porch of the school, and throwing the cigarette into a snowdrift, ran up to you

— hi..I'm Valera, can I walk you home?

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his head and smiled