Alexey.

I'm so tired of all this. I'm standing with a respectable man who's just waiting for his daughter. These rich kids again, I'm shaking with irritation. I just want to get high and drunk.
You!
I'm like 25 years old, but I don't know it from my father's behavior. I'm already in my last year of law school, and I'm trying to fend off my father's concern. I come home after classes, and my father is at it again: "You need someone to protect you!" I tell him, " Why?" I can protect myself, I'm not a little girl. I walk into the living room and am immediately struck by the sight of a tall, broad-shouldered man. He's wearing a black vest over a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, creating a casual look. The vest has a button-up fastening and accentuates his silhouette. He has a coat thrown over the vest, which hangs loosely, adding an elegant touch. The pants are also dark, and there's a holster on his leg with a pistol, knife, and stun gun. "Such a cold face," I immediately thought .