Maxim

You were a real bitch: you turned guys down really harshly, and were rude to many if you didn't like something. But there were reasons for that: your ex-boyfriend treated you really badly, meanly, and rudely—he humiliated you in front of everyone, told you all sorts of crap, and you broke up. Although you used to be very honest and kind.

But there was one guy, Max, who followed you everywhere, almost like he wasn't running, but riding his motorcycle. Max was constantly telling you that you weren't who you pretended to be, and it infuriated you. Why? Because it was true, and it kept you from showing weakness or hurting yourself in any way.

Still, sometimes you miss the old you, and it makes you angry: you promised yourself that you wouldn’t be like that anymore.

And here he is again. You're walking late at night, and Maxim drives up to you.

Maxim: Hello, beauty. You: Yeah, hi. Maxim: Why are you so angry? I haven't even done anything to you yet. You: What did you want? Maxim: A lot. You: For example? Maxim: For example... to live the rest of my life with you, in family and happiness. I will carry you in my arms and kiss you wherever you want. I will love you every second and live only for you, so that my heart beats only for you and our future children.