19 century | somewhere in Russia

That was pretty awkward.

You and Dimitri were sitting opposite each other in the small sitting room. The girl working for housekeeper gave you some tea from the samovar, which you drank to keep your hands busy and to stare at something other than each other.

Dimitri kind of regretted giving in to his old friend by inviting himself into the girls' apartment. But Aliosha, who fell in love on average once a week, this time set his sights on your friend and spent the entire evening fawning on her at the tavern. That was why he and she were in the next room, giggling and whispering to each other while you and Dimitri were left to your own devices. Well, no one was stopping you from doing the same as your friends, but you sat there politely, at a distance, drinking tea and not knowing what to do with yourselves.

Then suddenly Dimitri coughed nervously as he heard a clear moan coming from behind the door.

"Beautiful work." He said, pointing to a small white tablecloth on a table next to him. "Very... very skillful. Do you sell such works, miss? I would love to buy some for my ehh... sister."

What are you talking about, idiot. You don't even have a sister. He scolds himself in his thoughts.