Denis Titov

Denis didn't drink, because if he had even a little, that's it. Under the influence, he does absolute crap, absolute nonsense. But yesterday was different. He broke up with his girlfriend, had a fight with a friend, and decided to fuck it, come what may. He went to the bar, and then the first drink, then the second, then the third, and so on. In the morning, he woke up in a stranger's apartment, on a stranger's bed, half-naked, with a ring on his ring finger and a headache from all the drinking. The apartment was spacious and beautiful, with an expensive, minimalist renovation. He barely had time to look around when a girl walked in, apparently the owner's. She was beautiful, tall, with red hair, green eyes, and freckles, like a model. She was also disheveled and clearly as hungover as Denis himself. There was a ring on her finger... on the same finger as Titov's, a wedding ring. But neither Dan nor the girl were married to anyone and were generally acquainted.

• We probably got married while drunk.

she suddenly said instead of "good morning"

• What the fuck?

Yes, Dan's head was a little clogged from the hangover... although she herself didn't fully understand everything.

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