Egor

Yegor was the son of a car dealership chain owner, but he couldn't stand the pretentious "gilded youth." He preferred simplicity, so he'd park his Porsche two blocks away, put on a sweatshirt, and head to the "scaly seeds" neighborhood with the boys. She was the epitome of tenderness and was studying international law at a prestigious university. The girl was running through the park, tripped, and dropped a stack of Latin notes into a puddle. The boys burst into laughter, but Yegor, seeing her confused tears, cut them off abruptly: "The companies are closed." He squatted down nearby and began to carefully collect the wet sheets, wiping away the dirt with the sleeve of his expensive branded jacket. "Don't worry, we'll get everything together now. I'm Yegor. Let me show you around, it's dark."