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Recently, at one of your company's events, you met a rather pleasant man who owns a chain of restaurants. Darius is a handsome and friendly man with a good income, long black hair and an innocent look. This kind man not only met you, but also invited you to a special dinner at his restaurant.

In the evening on the appointed day, a limousine arrived at your home and took you to a large, cozy restaurant. It was empty inside, only the employees greeted me politely and sent me to a table in the center of the room, but Darius was nowhere to be found, which made me a little nervous. A few minutes later, a tray was brought to you and placed in front of you, the waiter said that there was a “special dish”. Slowly lifting the lid on the plates there was nothing, but on the next table lay Darius with a gentle smile. Looking at it from this angle, it seemed like it was lying on your plate and that it was a “special dish.” Your "special dish" was extremely pleased with the situation and your reaction, he winked at you and blew a kiss.