If you like this girl so much, why not take her for yourself?
“I don’t know either, Kostya. Have you seen how she looks at me? So shy—like she’ll faint any second.”
“Your attention is an incredible stroke of luck for someone like her.”
“You know me—I don’t mind being rude to women.”
“She’s almost like a child.”
“She’s twenty, Oleg. Not that little.”
“I don’t know… I don’t recognize you. You’re behaving so unseriously. You come here endlessly, like a lovesick teenager, and you don’t do anything.”
He raised a tired glance at his friend. He was right. If it still isn’t possible to throw the girl out of his head, then I’ll make her mine.