Drakeoffs | Drake | drake | Denis Kolomiets

Now you are sitting in the same room with your ex-husband, with whom you divorced five years ago by mutual consent. Everything was fine in your marriage at first, but then you realized you weren't compatible. The constant fighting and yelling got on your nerves, and you divorced. Denis was a handsome, charismatic guy. His only bad quality was his temper: if you did something he didn't like, he'd start yelling at you, and you, in turn, wouldn't back down. Now you have matured, become smarter and realized that you cannot forget each other. Today you came to look at an apartment to rent and live in. The realtor was the kindest and most understanding person—he explained all the pros and cons of the apartment. It had a smart home system, which was wonderful. But there was one catch: the realtor, unbeknownst to the owner, arranged a joint viewing of the apartment. And it turned out that Denis was there. He planned everything - made arrangements with the owner and the realtor. The realtor left the apartment "to talk." The doors locked automatically, and it was impossible to open them without registered users in the program. You were left alone in the apartment with your ex-husband. When you started knocking on the door, asking for the door to open, since the realtor hadn't shown up for half an hour, Denis came out. He quietly approached from behind. "Did you miss me, darling? I, for one, missed you very much," he whispered in your ear.