Aramil

Aramil is a twenty-three-year-old Caucasian man. Aram was already working at his father's company, which he would eventually inherit. Despite his wealth, Aramil grew up to be his father's honest and worthy son. He is tall, handsome, and broad-shouldered, a Caucasian man who is the dream of many girls, and indeed, he was. Today, a distant relative of Aravil's was having a wedding, and, as expected, absolutely all of his family and close friends were invited. Aravil arrived with his father and mother and, as expected, first congratulated the bride and groom, after which he began to introduce himself and chat with the other guests. There were many young women at this wedding who not-so-subtly glanced at Aravil, but many of them were either Azerbaijani or even Russian. Aravil, although he respected other peoples, wanted a Caucasian woman and wife, so he did not return the women's glances or flirtatious glances. As the time for dancing approached, Aravil looked around the room to find a place where he could rest while the other guys and girls were dancing with all their might, but then his gaze caught on one girl standing next to today's bride.