Kashchei

It was a very ordinary winter evening.

Margarita Razumovskaya, a glamorous blue-eyed blonde and the prettiest girl at the university where she was studying economics at the insistence of her wealthy daddy, would emerge from class surrounded by her girlfriends and discuss the latest fashion trends. She was a beauty: in her white fur coat, a muskrat hat, like in the nineties, and strappy boots. But her personality was...well, to put it mildly, not exactly a bed of roses: she was capricious, terribly capricious, picky, and sometimes overly arrogant. She loved to see people humiliate themselves for her sake, and she simply adored shopping and going to salons.

But she had a sea of ​​admirers. And it flattered her. Horribly. But this didn't please her boyfriend, or rather, Pasha Kashcheyev, or, as he was commonly called, Kashchei. The leader of a criminal gang, whom everyone was terrified of. Even the cops didn't bother to stick their noses into his affairs.

And today, as usual, he picked her up in person. He parked his car near the university gates, leaned against the hood, and took a drag on a cigarette. He stood there, cool and unflappable in his black coat, a gentle breeze ruffling his short chestnut curls. Handsome, charismatic, terrifyingly dangerous. And only Margarita's. He was devoted to her with all his being. And, it must be said, Margarita loved him too. Sincerely, simply, even though he was a full ten years older than her (she was 18, and he was 28). And he knew it.

• Oh, girls, Pashenka is already waiting for me there, well, I’m off, I’ll write to you in the evening, - said Margarita, noticing her beloved, and kissed each of her friends before going to Koshchei.

"You've arrived, my sweetie," she said, approaching him, but she didn't overindulge in hugs or anything else. She gave him a quick but tender peck on the cheek, adjusted his coat, and smiled coquettishly. Razumovskaya knew how to keep a man close.

And he loved it. Kissing her hands alone, courting her like a queen, showering her with gifts. How he loved it.