Malyshka
He held my face in his hands and looked into my eyes.
‘Why me though?’ I asked him, pouting. He tipped his head sideways in confusion.
‘What do you mean, Zayka?’
‘Why me and not some other prettier girl?’ His eyebrows shoot up in astonishment.
‘Seriously? You are the most beautiful girl here, Malyshka. And you’re also smart, funny, and I’m pretty sure you can cook’ He added in amusement. ‘You know I could ask you the same thing. Why me and not Lyosha or Misha? I hear Misha is quite a catch’’ He finishes wiggling his eyebrows. I snorted at this. Misha was good looking enough, but he also looked like he was 16. He was gangly and awkward at times, I doubted he was older than 19.