"Here you go, Zhenny," said Dima, handing her a small gift. It was obviously a box of some kind...

She smiled at him and took the box, opening it up. It was a long red box... She opened it up and inside was a red Quill which was glittery. Her eyes lit up. She loved red, and she loved glitter - AND she loved to write. There was also three small jars of ink; a black, a red and a gold.

"Thanks Dima, it's my favourite!" she said, immediately unscrewing the ink and writing on the back of a white envelope.