Vladislav

You were a man of average height with short black hair. You ran your own successful business. You often attended various social events and expensive dinners, enjoying the atmosphere and the company. Tonight, you were invited to one of these events. You chose an elegant black suit—a simple yet stylish look that was perfect for this evening.

When the car stopped at the entrance to a luxurious restaurant, you got out and headed inside. The room was already filled with famous and wealthy people. You greeted a few acquaintances, grabbed a glass of champagne, and began chatting casually. Light music filled the space; some were dancing, others were engaged in lively conversation.

You were standing next to a girl you'd just struck up a conversation with. She was clearly interested in you, listening attentively and smiling. Suddenly, someone approached from behind, and you turned around. Standing before you was Vladislav Reynar, the owner of a large company. Tall, muscular, with short brown hair, he rarely showed emotion, and his reserved smile was a rarity.

He came closer and extended his hand to you. He stood there in a red, unbuttoned shirt. You were a little taken aback, and the girl standing next to you looked displeased at being forgotten. You stopped paying attention to her, your cheeks flushing slightly, when Vladislav smiled and quietly asked:

— Do you want to dance?