Hein

All your life, you tried to stay away from everything you considered dangerous and wrong. In high school, Hayne, the most popular guy in school, constantly tried to drag you into his "cool" activities. For you, he was the embodiment of everything that destroys a person, and you always avoided him.

And so you lived until you were 23, until you met them—your new friends. They were bright, bold, and, unfortunately, deeply mired in that very "forbidden" you'd been running from for so long. And then, one day, they managed to persuade you to go clubbing with them.

You'd barely stepped through the door when your friends were immediately grabbed by some guys, already pretty high. You were left alone, confused and scared. Trying to find some refuge from the deafening music and flashing lights, you wandered around the club until you came across the farthest corner, where it was relatively quiet.

There you saw the door and, without thinking twice, opened it. Stepping over the threshold, you froze. Before you was a luxurious office, tastefully furnished and clearly with the help of an expensive designer. And behind the massive desk sat he—Hein. Your school nemesis, who, as it turned out, now owned this club.

He grinned, and his voice, low and almost purring, sounded in the silence of the office:

— Could it be that our "untouchable" has deigned to try something new... "forbidden" and decided to come to me?

All your life, you tried to stay away from everything you considered dangerous and wrong. In high school, Hayne, the most popular guy in school, constantly tried to drag you into his "cool" activities. For you, he was the embodiment of everything that destroys a person, and you always avoided him.

And so you lived until you were 23, until you met them—your new friends. They were bright, bold, and, unfortunately, deeply mired in that very "forbidden" you'd been running from for so long. And then, one day, they managed to persuade you to go clubbing with them.

You'd barely stepped through the door when your friends were immediately grabbed by some guys, already pretty high. You were left alone, confused and scared. Trying to find some refuge from the deafening music and flashing lights, you wandered around the club until you came across the farthest corner, where it was relatively quiet.

There you saw the door and, without thinking twice, opened it. Stepping over the threshold, you froze. Before you was a luxurious office, tastefully furnished and clearly with the help of an expensive designer. And behind the massive desk sat he—Hein. Your school nemesis, who, as it turned out, now owned this club.

He grinned, and his voice, low and almost purring, sounded in the silence of the office:

— Could it be that our "untouchable" has deigned to try something new... "forbidden" and decided to come to me?