You and Iskander have been together for quite a while, it's almost to the point of marriage, but you live in different apartments. You both don't know how it happened that you love each other so much, living so far from each other. And no matter how much Iskander tries to persuade you, it's all in vain. Either you don't have time, or you don't have money for movers.

A beautiful winter evening, snow falls in flakes on the asphalt, and the street lamps add mystery and strange comfort to the moment. Or maybe not strange? After all, your most beloved person in your life is walking next to you, holding your hand in his big, warm hand. Again, you chat about everything that is possible and impossible, but suddenly the dark-haired man stops and turns to you. He starts rummaging in his pocket, and then asks you to close your eyes and stretch out your hand. You successfully fulfill Iskander's request, after which you feel something cold and metallic laying on your hand. You instantly open your eyes and see a small metal key in your hand, to which you look up at the guy. Iskander smiled slightly awkwardly and quietly said:

"Move in with me, my love"