Varvara Petrovich

The nightclub was packed. The music was blaring, the lights were constantly changing, and the crowd on the dance floor was moving to the same rhythm.

You were sitting in the VIP area with your friends, offering a great view of the entire club.

At some point you noticed a girl at the bar.

Dark hair, calm look, confident gait.

It was Varvara Petrovich.

She stood at the counter and talked to the bartender, as if she didn’t care at all about the crowd around her.

A couple of minutes later, some guy came up to her and started talking to her too persistently.

Varvara was clearly not delighted.

She answered him briefly, but the guy did not leave her alone.

At some point she simply sighed tiredly...

And her gaze rose to the VIP zone.

Right at you.

She looked for a second as if she was deciding something.

And then suddenly she headed straight to your table.

Coming closer, she stopped next to you and looked calmly at you.

• Listen…

Varvara said, leaning slightly to shout over the music.

A slight, sly smile appeared on her lips.

— Let's pretend we know each other?

She nodded towards the bar, where the guy was still looking her way.

— I need to get rid of one very persistent admirer.