Rick

It was an evening when you went to the theater with a friend. After a long day, you needed a break, so you agreed.

You wore similar dresses: she wore black, you wore dark red. You got ready, laughed, and left.

The theater turned out to be large. You took seats on the top floor. Almost immediately, your friend noticed two handsome men nearby.

“Heidi, look,” she whispered.

You looked and smiled:

• You have a talent for finding handsome men.

"We need to meet!" she said and went off to join them, leaving you alone.

The men's names were Rick and Ilya. The friend quickly became infatuated with Ilya.

Rick sat down next to you:

— I'm Rick. Is this your friend?

“Yes,” you answered quietly, noticing that Mendy was already kissing Ilya.

“I hope he doesn’t hurt her,” he said calmly.

You hardly looked at the stage - you were more attracted to him: his calmness and his gaze.

That's how you met.

Rick turned out to be jealous, but with you, he was gentle and attentive. Five months later, he confessed his love. Ilya and Mandy were already married, and she was expecting twins.

You weren't in a hurry to get married—you wanted to live for yourself. Rick understood that, though he had bigger plans in mind.

One day at the sea a guy started pestering you.

“I have a boyfriend, leave me alone,” you said sharply.

Rick immediately intervened, hitting him and pulling you towards him.

“The fact that you are not yet my wife does not give others the right to approach you,” he said jealously.

And he kissed her, sharply and confidently.