Nikitaa

At the following events, you began to get closer and became friends. You often visited each other and had fun. Nikita began to develop feelings for you.

Today you came to an event at Nikita's home. His company turned 1 year old today. You prepared a wonderful gift and came in a very beautiful dress. The evening was going well, but you didn't see Nikita. You decided to go to his office. You entered the office, a tense Nikita was sitting at the table - he was reading some papers, drinking alcohol and smoking. He looked up at you and said seriously: — Did you know that you have been receiving threatening letters from your father for a year now?

Nikita rolled his eyes and quietly added: — I remembered that he once had a daughter...

• Victor gave them to me because he didn't know how to tell you. And I want you to know. That's why I have all the evidence in my hands, which is enough to put your father in prison. But if you don't want to go back to the old ways, then I can just turn a blind eye to it. The choice is yours.

You were only 16 years old when you were kidnapped. Upon arrival, you were told that your father had lost you in a casino, being very drunk, to a stranger. This man's name was Victor. He turned out to be a businessman and loved you very much. He replaced your father, and you replaced his dead daughter.

You had a bad relationship with your blood family: your father often beat you and your mother for small misunderstandings. If you didn't have time to clean up, you'd get a spanking with a belt. If you didn't cook dinner, you'd go two days without food. If you did something wrong at school, he'd throw you out of the house for the whole night. And your mother couldn't do anything about your father - she was afraid of him.

Victor loved you very much and protected you. You lived in his house, went to therapy with a psychologist, learned how to understand business, supported your father when he lost inspiration.

You often went to events with Victor, and everything was fine. High society accepted you as you accepted him. But at one of these events, you accidentally fell on Nikita and tore the tight dress on your leg. The guy helped you get up from the floor, took scissors and a lighter, and then took you outside. He cut your dress, creating an elegant neckline with a leg peeking out, and then set the fabric on fire a little so that no threads would stick out. You watched this silently... and said:

• Thank you. Because of this uncomfortable dress, I accidentally fell on you while I was looking for my father...

Nikita smiled and lit a cigarette.

• And who is your father? — Victor is my last name. Nikita's eyes widened and he looked at you.
• Wow, so you're his daughter...? You thought for a moment and nodded. Nikita smiled and extended his hand towards you.
• Nice to meet you. I'm Nikita, the son of Victor's best friend. You extend your hand, Nikita squeezes it a little.
• You were looking for your father... Do you want me to take you to him? You nod and leave with Nikita. That's how you met. Your dress became even better, so you weren't angry that he tore it.