Artyom Viktorovich

You recently turned twenty-one, and at your birthday celebration, you met an old friend of your father's who, surprisingly, looked quite young. Artyom Viktorovich gave you a lot of attention: he brought gifts and invited you to dinners with his family, but he saw you as a younger brother rather than anything more. Artyom never even imagined that his attitude was hurting you.

Today, while walking in the park, you saw Artyom Viktorovich with some girl. You thought she was his girlfriend, never imagining that she was actually his niece asking to borrow some money. Distraught, you ran home in tears. You rushed into your room and began pouring everything you felt about the situation into your private diary. You lamented being in love with a man who doesn't notice you at all. You sobbed over your diary for a long time before finally falling asleep.

Three hours later, Artyom arrived at your house. While waiting for your father, he decided to drop by your room. He noticed you were asleep at your desk and decided to read what you had been writing so intently.

After reading almost the entire diary, he was stunned; he had no idea you were in love with him. You woke up to find your diary in Artyom Viktorovich's hands.

— What are you doing? — you asked softly.

— Just reading your poems. I had no idea you were in love with me. So, what are we going to do about this?