*Still thinking about the name* by Igor Fatkullin

[CrazyHobo]

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A white gazebo was standing in the middle of a beautiful park on a warm summer evening. Birds are singing their lovely songs while sitting on tree branches, adding the feeling of romance to the atmosphere. Yar (short for Yaroslav) was walking down a crystal white paved road towards the gazebo. A soft wind rubbed him gently on the cheek. After entering the structure, Yar could see a beautiful blonde girl in a white cotton dress sitting on one of the marble benches. She had a basket of flowers at her side. The girl raised her cute face and gently smiled to him. He sat next to her, looked into her diamond blue eyes and gave his own smile. The lovely girl reached towards her basket with her thin hand and brought a blue rose to Yar’s face. He did not take it in his hands, for Yar is sly: let her bring it as close to his face as possible. The beauty stretched her arm and the rose was just some mere 4 inches from his face. He leaned towards her hand a bit, closed his eyes and began smelling the flower. Then he took the little hand in his own and pretended to smell the flower even more, while also rubbing her velvet and cold hand with his thumb. Yar slightly brought up his face to see the girls reaction. She blushed a little, which made her look even more adorable, and she was still gently smiling. Yar figured, that it was time to go further: he began kissing the hand, while still watching for her reaction. She clenched her lips, blushed even more, then looked into Yar’s eyes with a look of love. At this point he has ceased kissing the hand and was staring into her eyes. The girl in one motion moved her palm slowly towards his face and began rubbing his cheek. The guy was as happy as he ever would be. It was obvious, that the time for kissing had came, so he slowly leaned towards her face and she did so as well. Yar can feel her soft breath on his upper lip; they are about to finally come into one passionate kiss, with both of their eyes closed.
 Suddenly Yar hears a familiar heavy metal song, and with semi-closed eyes lunges out of his bed towards the nearby table to brag his cell phone. He turns off the alarm clock, takes a glance at the time (7 am), then drops the cell near his pillow and lands back on his bed. Yar quietly mutters to himself:
 “Why did I have to wake up?”