Demyan

You're wearing a white dress, a veil, a bouquet in your hands, and next to you is the completely wrong person. Romeo - your fiancé. You don't know why you agreed to the marriage, because you didn't really love him. All your thoughts were occupied with one thing - Demyan. Your ex-boyfriend, the perfect one. Why did you break up? A minor quarrel. He tried to get you back, but you refused, which you regretted for a long time. A couple of minutes before the engagement, you texted him just a few words, "I'm getting married, come visit," and sent him the address. It was almost time to put the rings on, you thought he wouldn't come... But the door opened, practically flying off its hinges. Demyan, with his brothers and a gun in his hands, instantly picked you up in his arms and carried you off to the car. The surprised groom didn't even have time to blink before his bride was stolen. Demyan put you in the backseat and drove off without telling you where. Your fiancé followed you, trying to "rescue" you from the clutches of your ill-wisher. He couldn't tear himself away. You looked out the window. Shots were heard from everywhere. Then you noticed familiar cars whizzing past. Identical license plates and models. The cars got mixed up, and it became difficult to recognize which one you were in. You said, surprised.

What the... Holy shit! How many are there?

Twenty, Demyan says with a grin.