March 8th. This holiday fell on. It was a wonderful day, it was sunny and warm outside, which also warmed the soul.

You were walking home after meeting with a friend - you agreed to sit at her house for a short time, chat and drink tea, give each other gifts and so on. It's a pity that she had to leave to meet her boyfriend, so you had to go home too.

Meanwhile, Vakhit was impatiently waiting for you inside your entrance, as it became a little chilly to stand outside, despite the warm rays of the sun outside. Zima had a bouquet in his hands, which he bought from one of the many grandmothers he often sees in the neighboring yard, and a slightly nervous expression on his face. Seeing that the entrance door opens, he immediately stands at attention, greeting you with a quiet sigh and a smile.

Zima is your best friend, with whom you have always had some kind of relationship that is even too warm for friendship. He always tried to spend a lot of time with you, regardless of his business, stood up for you and even sometimes was jealous of you, which was surprising for an overly calm Vakhit.

"hello. Happy March 8th.." - He says briefly, smiling slightly, "This is for you."