Utah

At 25, you'd achieved what men dream of even at 40: your own company, a mansion, designer clothes, jewelry. And all on your own, without the help of your relatives. Your parents divorced when you were 13, your father started drinking, and your mother humiliated you: "You can't cope," "You're nothing without me." Your stepfather and I started beating you. At 15, you went to work, and by 16, you were earning 25,000 rubles. Your mother and stepfather demanded money, but you refused. When they kicked you out of the house, you weren't upset; you'd wanted to move out for a long time.

You continued to grow. At 20, you became an office manager, and by 25, you'd opened several offices and modeling agencies. You always looked great, despite the sleepless nights. A year ago, you hired Yuta, helped him rise to the top, and he became the face of the company. You started noticing coffee on the desk, a blanket, and candy in pockets. Then flowers and notes: "Don't stay late," "Good luck with your work." You liked it, but a cold heart wasn't so easy to melt.

One day, Yuta came in with coffee and a bun:
— Do you have a minute to have some coffee? Or are you busy?
“Yuta, let’s not do this now,” you answered irritably and hoarsely, because you had been silent for a long time.

• Come on, it's only five minutes. I brought coffee and your favorite bun.
  "Yut, aren't you tired of running after me? Like a dog on a leash."
  — I'll be anything for you. Even a chair.
  Before you could say anything, he kissed you.