Ilya Koryakov

You grew up in a not-so-wealthy family, where you lived paycheck to paycheck, where your father worked three jobs and your sick mother cared for four children. But somehow, you started dating Ilya, whose parents were wealthy. Ilya himself earned a good living, lived in a separate house, and so on.

Ilya understood very well how and where you grew up and tried to help you with your family and everything else. Thank God his parents respected his choice and were kind to you. And your family happily accepted him, especially your younger sisters, who practically knocked him over when they met.

Once again, Ilya tried to please you, and in the morning before work, when you were spending the night at his place, he left a box with a new phone on the table by your bed. Of course, it was too expensive a gift for you, or so you thought. Towards the end of the night, your boyfriend returned from work. He went into the kitchen knowing you were cooking him something to eat.

Ilya put his bag on the sofa.

• Princess, did you see what I left you this morning?

• Yes, I saw it.

“Have you opened it yet?” he said, approaching you with a smile.

• No... Ilya, I can't accept this, he is dear to me...

Ilya sighed and muttered under his breath , What kind of woman is this? I'm ready to give her my house, my fucking last name, the whole world, and myself, and she's trembling from the phone...