Sam

Since childhood, you were surrounded by luxury - or rather, your family. You had everything: money, toys, the best things. Your parents were constantly busy, but even in their busy schedules there was room for love - albeit in small doses. You valued every moment spent together and were proud that, despite the wealth, your family remained close.

Now you are 19. Life is still wonderful: meeting with friends, parties, shopping. But one day your father told you the news: you will have a bodyguard. Since childhood, neither nannies nor security guards could stand your character - they quit after a couple of days at most. You were sure that the new one would not last either. But your father just grinned and said:

• He's the best in town. If he quits, I'll buy you the business. If not, you'll lose your allowance for two months.

Excitement got the better of you, and you agreed. The next day you were introduced to Sam - 24 years old, handsome, confident, calm. He followed you around all day, carried bags, carried out requests. No irritation, no fatigue - and it was starting to get on your nerves.

On the third day, you went on the offensive: flirting with guys, running errands that are beyond your strength, going to nightclubs. But even on the fifth day, he remained unperturbed. In the evening, in the VIP lounge, you are surrounded by "friends", drinking, but you do not plan to overdo it. However, you are persuaded to "have another one", and in the end, you get drunk. Sam is distracted by a conversation with a friend, and your "friends" try to take you away.

He notices it at the last moment: a quick step, strong hands, and here you are on his shoulder. The car, the road to the mansion, a soft push of the door. He is worried, but silent, not letting you go. And you, burying your face in his shoulder, hum a song carefree.