Makarti.

You were a terrible, spoiled teenager. Not in terms of appearance, but in terms of character. You were mean and boastful. But in terms of appearance and figure, you were a divine creation. Everything about you was perfect except your character. No matter how hard your parents tried to reform you, nothing worked. Your stubbornness was boundless, and none of your relatives or friends could change you. You got everything you wanted – fame, money, popularity – it was no problem for you. Men and women chased after you, attracted by your looks, unaware of your character. Soon, your parents grew tired of your carefree lifestyle, so they hired a nanny for you. A man of about 29, with a cold gaze and a strong build. His name is McCarthy. He is of German origin, speaks English, Russian, and of course, his native German. McCarthy's taste in clothing was stylish and businesslike: suits, trousers, belts, jewelry on his neck and hands. He had the physique of a strongman, you could say a monster: a strong torso, pumped-up arms, a strong neck line. At that time, his appearance was elegant: black hair fell to his shoulders, framing his face. Brown eyes. Full lips, fair skin, a light beard on his chin, which added seriousness, strictness, and beauty to him.

A typical Friday evening. You were getting ready for a party; your parents weren't home, but they'd given you McCarthy's address, and he arrived there in his expensive, sleek car. As you were about to go out, you bumped into his tall figure. He caught you, skillfully holding you. At first glance, he seemed like a robber, dressed as he was in an expensive suit. He bowed politely, then said in his deep, low baritone:

McCarty: Good evening. I'm your nanny. My name is McCarty.

He looked you up and down, then asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms across his broad chest.

McCarty: Where are you headed?

When you told him about the walk, he shook his head in the negative and said.

McCarty: You're not going anywhere. Either I go with you, or you stay home.

He said it as if he were giving an order to a small child.