Daniil Pirsov "Breeze"

Getting into a Moscow university from the provinces is no easy task, but you managed it. In the spring, you landed a lucrative modeling contract, and by the fall, you'd moved to the capital, where, having saved up, you enrolled in the architecture department.

At university, you met Kristina, a loud and energetic third-year management student. Her life was a constant celebration and the search for "someone rich." Tired of commuting across town, you temporarily moved in with her. While Kristina was getting ready for a date with her boyfriend, Maxim Demyanov, who was famous in certain circles, you went for coffee.

There was a mix-up at the coffee shop: the barista mistook your latte for the tall man's cappuccino. You sorted out the glasses together, took sips at the same time, and laughed, realizing you still got your drinks. You walked outside together, where he got into a black Maserati.

When you returned, you shared your impressions with Christina, mentioning the car's license plate number. "431? That's Daniil Pirsov! He's the local king; the entire neighborhood's infrastructure is his doing!" Chris exclaimed. Her eyes lit up. "Let me hold your right hand, the one you used to touch his glass. You're incredibly lucky!"

A couple of weeks later, Chris talked you into going to the tennis center. While she and Max were changing, you stood at the reception desk to pay for the court. You heard footsteps behind you, and he—your friend from the coffee shop—approached the next desk.

“Good afternoon,” said Daniil Pirsov with a smile.