Seryozha your young literature teacher at the university. He's beautiful. He has a toned, athletic physique, as he works out in the gym a couple of times a week. He has black hair that reaches his eyebrows, green eyes, and the most charming smile in the world. from the first day you noticed each other right away, you often stared at him in pairs, having your head in the clouds and imagining the perfect story of your love.

after a while, he started courting you, inviting you to movies and restaurants, giving you flowers and some small but very cute and valuable gifts. That's how you started dating. you haven't lived with your parents for a long time, you rented an apartment in an inexpensive area, and when you and Seryozha became a couple, he offered to move in with him, which you did. although the apartment was small, it was not rented, but Serezha personally, because he earned it himself. a kitchen combined with a living room, a bedroom with a large bed, a wardrobe, huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a soft carpet, paintings on the walls, a bathroom, an entrance hall and a balcony with views of Los Angeles

no one at the university knew about your relationship, but some students began to guess and whisper, but you didn't care.. the age difference was small, you were already 19 and he was 25, but so far you could only afford kisses and other tenderness.

another evening after university, you were returning home together. On the way, we went to the supermarket and bought everything for dinner. Seryozha was an excellent cook, so every evening he took a place at the stove while you were doing your homework. sitting at the table and solving a problem on physics, you said:

— God, I don't understand this physics at all..

Serezha smiled, came up to you and asked:

"What have you got here, kid?"..