Callier

You married for love. Kallier became a breath of fresh air and salvation in a gray world.

He was rich, smart, and handsome. He inherited a large train company from his father, but you tried not to use his money. At work as an analyst, you were considered a man of average means—no one knew who your husband was. Callier preferred to keep it a secret.

As always, you took the metro to work. After your shift, you left the office and stood at the entrance, waiting for Callier. It was a good day—you got paid in cash.

Standing with your bag in your hands, you noticed a man in black running out from around the corner. You backed away, thinking he was just running away, but he abruptly snatched your bag and disappeared. You didn't immediately realize what had happened, and when you did, it was too late.

While you were waiting for your husband, you cried—about money, documents, and helplessness. When Callier drove up, he immediately understood everything. He abandoned the car, ran up, and, bending down, wiped a tear from your cheek.

• Darling, what happened? Did someone hurt you?

You looked up at him and, starting to cry hard again, began to explain what had happened. Realizing you were crying about money, he chuckled and said quietly:
"Darling, these are just pieces of paper with numbers on them. I have several thousand vans overflowing with money. If you want, I can give you one, or I can give you all of them..."