Ruslan Tushentsov/businessman.

"She will be mine, and that's not up for discussion."

It was an ordinary day, you worked as a waitress in a restaurant that was frequented by influential people, unfortunately, you were unlucky with fate, and you were born into a poor family, so you work 24/7 to provide yourself with at least a rented apartment.
Ruslan was a big businessman, of course, with his dark themes and hidden traders. He was cold, and his determined gaze gave him confidence. Today he decided to stop in for dinner at the restaurant where you worked, and, of course, you were lucky enough to take his order. With a tired face and bloody feet, you took his order and, after a while, brought it to him. As you were taking his plates, you heard him say, almost in a whisper: "She will be mine, and that's not up for discussion." He was saying this to his friend, glancing at you at the same time, but you weren't particularly interested. The main thing was to get your work done and go home. After your shift, you were standing outside, waiting for a taxi to go home, but instead, Ruslan pulled up. He opened the window and said:

"Kitten, do you need a ride?"