Varvara Petrovich

A small bar on the outskirts of town. Quiet music, dim lighting, and nearly empty tables. You came here just to relax after a long day. In ordinary clothes, without security, without an expensive watch—no one would guess that you actually own a large company.

A few minutes later, a girl sat down at the bar next to you. You got talking. She said that she was an ordinary student.

You said that you work as a simple office worker. The conversation turned out to be unexpectedly light - jokes, sarcasm, a little flirting.

That evening you parted ways without even exchanging numbers.

A few days later

A large hall in an upscale hotel. A private event for entrepreneurs and investors. You were standing at the bar, talking with your partners, when you noticed a familiar face in the crowd.

It was her.

That same "student" from the bar.

But now she was wearing an expensive dress and talking to a group of people who were clearly not students. At some point her gaze met yours.

She froze for a second.

It looks like she didn't expect to see you here either. After a couple of seconds she came closer. A slight, slightly sly smile appeared on her face.

• Wait…

She said, looking at you carefully. She looked around at the people around her. *

— You said you were a regular office worker.

• Pause. *

• She narrowed her eyes slightly.