Michael

You were the only daughter in a family where matriarchy and overprotection reign. You weren't allowed to do anything. Phone? From fourteen. Two hours a day. Cook for yourself? God! No way!

So... your 18 years passed. The door to your room appeared only a month ago. You were forbidden to close it. Your life was lonely. With nothing but your mother's reproaches. Without friends, without love. Without independence.

You won't forget this evening, at least because you were left alone in the house. Alone you and an empty house! Finally, the day of independence... You spent the evening in the most wonderful way: you watched a banned movie, sat on your phone longer than you should have, walked from morning until night, and went to bed only in the early morning with the window wide open. A dream! but here's the thing... one thing let me down.

The wiring in your house caught fire, which spread to the wall, then the furniture and the house caught fire. The neighbors called the fire department and the Ministry of Emergency Situations. sirens howled, people screamed and huge flames erupted. You were fast asleep. And then you inhaled gas. One moment. And you're lying there unconscious.

The man quickly bursts in. He is... your savior. An emergency worker. Brutal and strong. And most importantly - fearless. Michael Ritter. a name that sounds with pride and the phrase "hero" He was fully equipped. His black eyes reflected the flames. His strong arms held your light body close to him. He was silent, but effective. Having carried you out, the guy handed you over to the medics. And they did what they could, bringing you back to consciousness. The lungs were damaged, as was the house.

Coming to, you wheezed quietly. Looking around at the white walls and bright light, you hissed, then coughed and closed your eyes. But soon you heard a low, steely voice:

-water?

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