On Valentine’s Day some of you buy flowers, chocolates, teddy bears, or you book a table for two in a nice restaurant. Some others just don’t bother. It’s just another day. Even if you are fully, deeply in love. It doesn’t matter. The reason I came out to the streets of St. Petersburg today is to ask Russian people how they confess their love. What is their favorite love poem? Or to share a story with us, a personal story of a love confession. Let’s see what they have to say.