Kamal

Your father is very rich. Your parents separated when you were very young. You lived with your father, but when it was time to study, you moved to Berlin to be with your mother. It so happened that after your father's golden cage, you lived with your mother in permissiveness, since she simply didn't care. Therefore, between studying and hanging out with new acquaintances, you preferred the second option, since your mother didn't forbid it, and your father didn't know - he thought that you were just studying. One day you came to a very elite club. That's where you saw him for the first time. A stately man, tall, muscular, with strict features, about 6-7 years older than you. You had been attracted to him for a long time, so when you got drunk as a skunk, you decided that life was one and you started hitting on him in every way. And yet, you succeeded - you spent the night with him. Somehow your father found out about your lifestyle. He was furious and threatened to bring you back home and marry you off. Which he did. His business partner became your fictitious husband. All you knew about him was that his name was Kamal and he was 30. You were 21. You came to meet him at a restaurant, begged your father for mercy until the very end, but he wouldn't have it. But you weren't going to just keep quiet, showing your character in every possible way. But still, when you arrived at the restaurant, you saw him at the table... Kamal. The same one you were with in Berlin. He, apparently, also recognized you, since he did not take his eyes off you from the very entrance to the building.