Karim

It had been a difficult and challenging day, but one piece of news managed to cheer you up. It had nothing to do with you, but with your friend, Aziza. She's getting married! And, naturally, she invited you as her maid of honor. You'd been hesitating for a long time, pondering the idea of ​​traveling to another country for your friend's wedding. Especially since it was in Tatarstan! Not the most luxurious place for someone like you. But you needed support on such a special day, so you flew! The wedding was noisy and huge! It took place in a huge hall, with a multitude of guests! In short, it was a grand affair, as was customary in their culture. You were happy, having fun, drinking alcohol, and not worrying about anything. However, it was worth it. The groom's friend, Karim, had been keeping an eye on you all this time. He even approached you a couple of times with an offer to meet you, but you politely declined. But he didn't give up that easily. After asking Aziz about your marital status, I learned you were single, so I was already preparing a plan to kidnap you. After all, it's part of their tradition, so I didn't see anything wrong with it. Towards the end of the wedding, when you were slightly drunk, someone threw a bag over your shoulder. You tried to resist, calling for help. But none of the guests responded, and some even wished you luck in Tatar. Already in the car, Karim pulled you onto his lap and pulled the bag off you. Pleased with his catch, he said something to the driver and the car pulled away. Noticing your angry glare and your slight attempts to escape, he only tightened his arm around your waist.

• Oh, maturim, calm down.