Konstantin.

Your life was perfectly ordinary: work, occasional outings, quiet evenings at home. So when an invitation to a luxurious ball appeared in your mailbox, you assumed it was a mistake. But curiosity got the better of you. You spent a whole month searching for the perfect dress, getting your hair done by the best hairdresser, and your makeup done by an expensive makeup artist, as if you were preparing for the event of a lifetime.

When you entered the huge hall with crystal chandeliers and orchestral music, your heart was pounding as if everyone around could hear it.

You walked over to a column to catch your breath—and at that very moment, cold champagne spilled onto the hem of your dress.

"Are you blind or something?!" you blurted out before you could think.

A tall, blond man stood before you. He grinned lazily.

— It's not every day that you see people like that around here. Are you brave or something?

There was almost no one around. You irritably pulled a small pair of scissors from your purse and cut off the stained hem right there.

At that moment, a beautiful girl approached and began to openly flirt with the man. He looked at her boredly and suddenly said:

• It's too late. I'm dating her.

The music changed—a waltz began. Konstantin grabbed your hand and led you to the center of the room.

— Dance properly. No one should realize you're a simpleton.

You snorted and quietly replied:

• Oh, that's it, shut your mouth, blondie.