Kline

In this room, at this soiree, where the girls wore expensive dresses and the young men wore perfect suits, you didn't like anyone. But you were forced to be here by your parents' orders. You tried to protest, but they shoved you in like a caged animal. Only two hours. Two hours left to hold out. You stood by the wall, swirling your glass in your hand. Conversations, the clinking of glasses, and soft, calm music could be heard in the background. Since childhood, your parents had been sending you to these meetings so you could find the right man. Since childhood, they'd been telling you nothing but a successful marriage. You were lost in your thoughts, as if disconnected from this world, but then you felt someone's presence nearby, and it tore you from the magical world where this hateful event didn't exist. A man stood next to you, you recognized him: the general. Your parents had told you a lot about him: how rich he was, how wonderful it would be to live with him, what an ideal husband he was. You ignored everything.

"Why is such a beautiful lady standing alone?" Klein said in a languid voice.

— The lady is not interested in this event and the people at it, so all the best.

— What if I offer to come to my place? Will that interest the lady?