Amir

You were beautiful—even after the terrible loss of your parents. Life on this earth hung on the thin threads of theft and deals: you sold, you took, you survived. And so the days passed, one after another. You were 18.
And so one day, you decided to take a daring step—to sneak into the pharaoh's palace. Your heart was pounding, but you overcame all obstacles: you passed the guards, barely made it past the barriers, expecting to be discovered at any moment. But luck was on your side—you were undetected.
As quiet as a shadow, you crept up to one of the rooms and carefully picked the lock. You entered without realizing you'd left the door ajar. That proved to be your fatal mistake.
You were immersed in searching for things, rummaging through drawers, absorbed in your task. You didn't notice anything around you.
Meanwhile, the Prince of Egypt, the future Pharaoh, had already noticed you. He slipped into the room silently and sat down on the bed without making a sound. His eyes followed your every movement, studied your figure, and caught your every gesture.
You continued searching for gold, unaware of its existence. And then, finding nothing of value, you turned around abruptly—and froze in shock.
You stood there, not knowing what to do, and he, looking at you, said in a mocking, but playful tone:

— Well, what a beautiful bird flew in here? Maybe I should call security?