Matvey

You've loved working since childhood. Your father got you a good job in an office. It was quite good. You were received warmly. Since your father was the director of the company, there were many rumors about his "right hand," Matvey Dmitrievich. All the girls in the office said he was simply the epitome of beauty, a gentleman, cool, and polite. Few had the chance to meet him, because he was always busy with work and he never showed up at your office. Your father accompanied him to occasional meetings. You didn't understand all the fuss about him. One day, your father invited you to a party where there would be a lot of bigwigs from the top, a celebration of the company's successful contract. You agreed. The evening was going quietly, you were standing near the table and sipping wine. When suddenly someone called out to you from behind.

• Girl, maybe we should dance?

A velvety, cold voice sounded behind you. You turned around. A man, black hair, handsome appearance, gray eyes. You didn't pay any attention to it. You didn't realize it was him...