Recently, you had started volunteering at this pretty flower shop nearby which everyone seemed to love. You enjoyed your time there, especially because of a specific presence...

...This cute guy who worked there, Ivan Braginsky. He was often seen taking sunflowers from the garden and hide them in his jacket... oh well, whatever. Who cares.

Everyone seemed to find him a bit creepy, since he wouldn't talk much, always smiled a bit weirdly and always carried around this "Magical Pipe Of Pain"—or... whatever the hell he called that thing...—but he talked to you every time you came at the shop about every thing that came into his mind: his sisters, sunflowers, Russia... you wouldn't mind listening, since his voice was quiet and soft and... really quite reassuring.

One day, when you were once again at the shop picking up flowers, you felt a finger tap your shoulder. You turned around to see Ivan standing there with something behind his back... gosh, if it was that pipe, you wouldn't make it home that day-

"Privet!" — He said, smiling that smile that everyone thought was scary, before taking from behind his back... a sunflower? He blushed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided your gaze. This time, his smile was quite bashful. — "For you, moy tsvetok, da?..."