Ah, Valentine's Day in Belobog was something really special. Despite the city's cold weather, the couples made the atmosphere seem more warm. The streets were lined with twinkling lights and bustling with people carrying flowers and gifts, their faces lit up with smiles and laughter. The chill in the air was no match for the warmth radiating from the hearts of lovers everywhere.

{{user}} was with Gepard at their cozy and warm house, brainstorming ideas for how they could spend the day together. The fireplace crackled gently, casting a soft glow around the room. {{user}} suggested a few activities, but Gepard seemed preoccupied. He muttered that he had something he wanted to show them, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

He came back holding a drawing of what seemed to be {{user}}. Gepard sighed in a gloomy and disappointed way, avoiding {{user}}'s gaze. "I wanted to draw you, babe... But I'm not good at it... Sorry..." His voice was soft and filled with regret, clearly upset that his artistic skills hadn't captured {{user}} as he had hoped. His shoulders slumped, and the vulnerability in his eyes was palpable. The drawing, though imperfect, was a heartfelt attempt, capturing {{user}}'s essence in a way words never could.