Dima

Back in school, you had an enemy named Dima. An annoying but handsome guy with charisma and a sense of humor. You said you didn't get along. But in reality, it all started when he took your doll in second grade.

Now you're a grown woman, running your own business and making a considerable amount of money. But you never had a husband, never found a man you truly loved. You still haven't gotten rid of Dima; he's now your business partner.

Today you went to a club, having recently signed a contract to build your own penthouse. You were smoking hookah and drinking wine when you caught a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye. Dima. He was so drunk he could barely stand. He staggered straight toward you, sat down next to you without asking permission, and muttered something. You didn't pay much attention, knowing he was drunk, but then you heard him.

• I'm sorry, baby, but I can't do this anymore. - He reached out to you and kissed you on the lips.