Чертовски неправильный номер (#1)

"Daĭ mne eshche odin shans, malysh… I͡A smogu tebi͡a udivitʹ". Odno soobshchenie, otpravlennoe po oshibke, izmenilo vse. Vozmozhno, ėsėmės ot neznakomt͡sa, kotoryĭ ne nazyvaet svoego imeni, dolzhno bylo meni͡a nastorozhitʹ. No i͡a okazalasʹ absoli͡utno odna v novom gorode, s golovoĭ pogri͡azla v uchebe i rabote, i ego zabavnye soobshchenii͡a stali spasatelʹnym krugom, v kotorom i͡a otchai͡anno nuzhdalasʹ. Konechno, i͡a by nikogda ne otvetila, esli by znala, chto po tu storonu ėkrana skryvaetsi͡a ne kto inoĭ, kak Linkolʹn Dėniels, vydai͡ushchiĭsi͡a khokkeist-superzvezda. On i͡avno pytaetsi͡a zastavitʹ meni͡a vli͡ubitʹsi͡a, i i͡a prosto ne mogu soprotivli͡atʹsi͡a. So vremenem chrezmernai͡a zabota i udushai͡ushchee vnimanie nachinai͡ut pugatʹ. Linkolʹn khochet, chtoby i͡a nosila dzhersi s ego schastlivym nomerom postoi͡anno. On oderzhim mnoi͡u. Da, ėto on napisal mne po sluchaĭnosti, no bytʹ mozhet, nomerom oshiblasʹ i͡a?

"Give me another chance, kid… I can surprise you." One message sent by mistake changed everything. Perhaps a text message from a stranger who doesn't give his name should have alerted me. But I found myself completely alone in a new city, immersed in my studies and work, and his funny messages became a lifeline that I desperately needed. Of course, I would never have answered if I had known that on the other side of the screen lurks none other than Lincoln Daniels, an outstanding superstar hockey player. He's obviously trying to make me fall in love, and I just can't resist. Over time, excessive care and suffocating attention begin to scare. Lincoln wants me to wear his lucky number jersey all the time. He's obsessed with me. Yes, he wrote to me by chance, but maybe I got the wrong number?