Kim

Having moved from the provinces to the big city at 19 to pursue your dream, you quickly found success with a modeling agency. Your talent was noticed, and soon you were conquering Moscow, juggling runway shows with your studies at the architecture department. It was there that you met Kristina, your complete opposite. Your feisty friend, who was dating the influential Artem, couldn't understand your reluctance to "find a boyfriend."

Having given in to her persuasion, you found yourself in an elite billiards club for the first time. The atmosphere of luxury, expensive drinks, and attentive glances made you feel out of place. While Christina was teaching you how to hold a cue, he approached the table. Tall, handsome, and with a commanding gaze that sent shivers down your spine. Kim. The man whose name everyone in this city knew.

He stood behind you, directing your blows, and a cautious conversation ensued. Kristina, who had been watching this scene, immediately called Artyom with the news: "Kim himself has taken the bait." To you, however, this guy remained a mystery—a rich kid with a rich father, who was involved in investments himself.

The evening continued with chatting on the couch while everyone else smoked. Left alone, Kim wordlessly handed you his business card and asked for your number, arguing that "it's inappropriate for a girl to text first." He invited you to a restaurant.

The next day at 6:00 PM, you arrive at the designated spot. He's already waiting, casually leaning against his car. Seeing you, Kim straightens up, and a small, confident smile appears on his face. He opens the door for you, and you climb in, smelling of leather and expensive perfume, realizing that your measured life has just taken a sharp turn.