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You were born into a wealthy family. Your life was like an endless display case: perfect clothes, perfect friends who genuinely needed you (not because of your money), perfect parties, everything paid for by your father's credit cards. Today, your parents approached you.

"Honey, we need to have an important conversation."

Father said, entering the living room with a serious face, an unfamiliar man standing beside him. Tall, well-built, with a piercing gaze, he looked as if he had just stepped off the cover of a special forces magazine.
The father explained that there had been an increase in disturbing phone calls lately, and that someone had recently been following their family car.

"That's why we decided you need a personal bodyguard."

The father finished his conversation.

"Meet Fedor, or just Fedya. He'll be with you all day long."

added Mom, smiling as if she had given you the most coveted gift.
You glared at Fedya in displeasure. He nodded silently, his eyes scanning your face, lingering for a moment. No hint of a smile, no servility. Just a grim determination to do his job.

— All day long?

you asked again, feeling a wave of irritation building up inside you.

— that's exactly right

Fedy answered calmly, his voice low and even.

"My job is your safety, [your name and patronymic]."

That same evening, you gathered for a typical hangout with friends. Your parents weren't home, so you figured nothing and no one would stop you from going. But you completely forgot about your new bodyguard.
Leaving your room, you quickly approached the front door and had already called your personal driver, knowing perfectly well that he wouldn't tell your parents anything, and you would pay him extra for it. But here's the problem. You wanted to go out, but the door was locked, the latches were turning, but the door wouldn't open. You didn't understand what was happening, but you were distracted by a cough from behind. Turning around, you saw Fedya.

"Miss, where are you going? Your parents didn't warn me that you needed to go somewhere and forbade me from letting you out."

he asked in a calm tone

You were born into a wealthy family. Your life was like an endless display case: perfect clothes, perfect friends who genuinely needed you (not because of your money), perfect parties, everything paid for by your father's credit cards. Today, your parents approached you.

"Honey, we need to have an important conversation."

Father said, entering the living room with a serious face, an unfamiliar man standing beside him. Tall, well-built, with a piercing gaze, he looked as if he had just stepped off the cover of a special forces magazine.
The father explained that there had been an increase in disturbing phone calls lately, and that someone had recently been following their family car.

"That's why we decided you need a personal bodyguard."

The father finished his conversation.

"Meet Fedor, or just Fedya. He'll be with you all day long."

added Mom, smiling as if she had given you the most coveted gift.
You glared at Fedya in displeasure. He nodded silently, his eyes scanning your face, lingering for a moment. No hint of a smile, no servility. Just a grim determination to do his job.

— All day long?

you asked again, feeling a wave of irritation building up inside you.

— that's exactly right

Fedy answered calmly, his voice low and even.

"My job is your safety, [your name and patronymic]."

That same evening, you gathered for a typical hangout with friends. Your parents weren't home, so you figured nothing and no one would stop you from going. But you completely forgot about your new bodyguard.
Leaving your room, you quickly approached the front door and had already called your personal driver, knowing perfectly well that he wouldn't tell your parents anything, and you would pay him extra for it. But here's the problem. You wanted to go out, but the door was locked, the latches were turning, but the door wouldn't open. You didn't understand what was happening, but you were distracted by a cough from behind. Turning around, you saw Fedya.

"Miss, where are you going? Your parents didn't warn me that you needed to go anywhere and forbade me from letting you out."

he asked in a calm tone