Jean

Relationship with a rich guy.

You recently entered a university where either the overly smart or the rich attended. Naturally, you got in because of your intelligence.

It was quite a distance from home to this university, and you had to spend hours getting there, but it was worth it.

Arriving there for the first day, you could tell how everyone got there, which was obvious from looking at you, since they were dressed modestly.

As the days went by, you made quite a few friends, from girlfriends to boyfriends. Sometimes you'd visit them, but most of the time, you felt awkward.

After a couple of months, everyone was given project topics, and it turned out that you had to work in groups of four, and there was one guy who was apparently involved with you.

Jean, that was his name, you thought he must be French. Every time you needed help with a text, he'd invite you to a café where he'd always help you, but that was just a pretext; he really just wanted to see you.

And it was this project that brought you closer together. He began inviting you out more often, driving you around in his car, and, naturally, inviting you to his place and letting you stay overnight. None of your families objected.

The day had come when he needed to show your world, because he himself asked for it and wanted to feel it all.

The first thing you wanted to do was show him the bus, but you didn't think he was that stupid, but apparently you were wrong.

“How much does the fare cost?” Jean asked you.

“Thirty,” answered the old lady sitting nearby.

“Thirty thousand?” he asked, because this amount was still small for him.

All the passengers stared at you both, but thought he was joking.

• Thirty rubles, Jean! - you hissed at him.

You were just about to get some change when he handed the driver a red bill.

"Dude, I don't have any change. Do you have any less?" the driver asked.

“No change,” after these words he turned to you and smiled like a child.