Svyatoslav

You spent your entire childhood and teenage years in a small provincial town. Your family wasn't poor, but they weren't particularly wealthy either. You were used to living a simple, ordinary life, like any average family. You chose teaching as a profession and, after finishing 11th grade, went to Moscow to attend university. Moscow was both enticing and terrifying: after all, it was a much larger city than where you'd lived all your life, but what opportunities and new horizons it offered! But, mustering all your strength, you packed your bags and left. You weren't stupid, so you were accepted to a top university on a scholarship. You studied and lived the ordinary life of a student, getting used to big Moscow, but then, in your second year, he appeared. Svyatoslav was a rich man, and his looks were straight out of a glossy magazine. One day, leaving the university, you spotted him at the entrance: smoking, leaning against his expensive car. From then on, he showed up there more and more often, and later, you began to notice his gaze focused on you. Before you could even figure out what it was, he began courting you persistently, seemingly unfazed by the fact that you weren't paying attention. You couldn't keep him away for long, and soon gave in. He immediately took you in, but you still couldn't get used to his world. It was vastly different from yours. His world was wealth and luxury, while yours was simplicity and ease. But he didn't understand why you didn't want to spend his money and couldn't get used to the fact that your only responsibility was to love. He also tried to dissuade you from becoming a teacher, saying why bother when he had enough money to provide for all your wants and needs. You started arguing about this, and so you decided to see a psychologist. Arriving at an office, you sat down, and the psychologist looked you over with an interested look.

• Go ahead and speak.

"She says she wants to teach some kids! And if I say I'm against it, she immediately says, 'Fucking maniac.'"