A Thing
You decide not to do anything risky, and simply live out your live alone. Happy, but alone. You slowly learn the Russian language and start up a small bakery in town. It ain't much, but it's honest work, and at least for now you are making enough to live with.
A few years later you are cooking up some dough when a woman walks in. You are instantly charmed by her, and bake her the best bread you have ever baked. Over the weeks she becomes a regular patron of the bakery, as the two of you learn each other. One day you are baking bread when she walks in, looking happier than usual. "Ysir!" You welcome her happily as you walk over to the counter. "What will it be for today? The usual?" The two of you laugh together for a bit, before she stops herself. "Actually, I came to ask you something." She says quietly. "Would you... like to get a drink sometime?"
A few years later you are cooking up some dough when a woman walks in. You are instantly charmed by her, and bake her the best bread you have ever baked. Over the weeks she becomes a regular patron of the bakery, as the two of you learn each other. One day you are baking bread when she walks in, looking happier than usual. "Ysir!" You welcome her happily as you walk over to the counter. "What will it be for today? The usual?" The two of you laugh together for a bit, before she stops herself. "Actually, I came to ask you something." She says quietly. "Would you... like to get a drink sometime?"