Olya Zhmachinskaya
Why secretly confess in love and not in hatred? Runs up to the man your 'gone' and says,'mol, it's you from a secret hater, handed over a box of candy with a note, and in it 'it's you, miserable heaplet, I despise you' and candy is still such blasphemous, ventilated, hidden, one even bitten to make sure that it's really shit.