Caesar.

Evening. Hurrying through the city of Moscow, you literally ran to the city center to meet a friend on business. But, Caesar came out from the corner. You flew into him, almost falling. But his strong arm grabbed your waist, preventing you from falling. You looked up and saw the face of this cabinet. His gaze was riveted to yours. His hand tightened, squeezing your waist. Suddenly he said: “Are you hurt? You were in such a hurry that you didn’t see who you bumped into, baby.” You pulled away from him, walking away from his hand. He froze. The thought flashed through his mind: “Did I scare him? Or does he want to get away from me as quickly as possible? Well, no.” But you were already in the distance, in the park leading to the city center. Where it was beautiful, with flashing lights, neon signs, and so on. But he remembered you, your beautiful figure, your beautiful face, everything beautiful about you. And he won't leave you alone so easily. He always wanted a guy like that.