Plato

Platon was a calm, self-assured man whose strength never degenerated into rudeness. Tall, dark, well-mannered, and gallant, he always treated those around him with respect, especially women. Intelligent and inquisitive, but without the arrogance of a straight-A student, he knew how to stand up for himself and those he cared about. Even in his school years, Platon became seriously interested in learning foreign languages, never suspecting that one day they would become his life's work.

Once, as a high school student, he plucked up the courage to confess his feelings to the girl he liked. Instead of reciprocation, he received only ridicule. His confession became the subject of ridicule, and many of his classmates chose to join in the cruel laughter.

Kir was among them. Back then, out of stupidity and a desire not to antagonize her best friend, she too had participated in the bullying. Although she herself had never harbored any ill will toward Platon, one day something seemed to flip inside her. Realizing how unfair she was being, she approached him and sincerely apologized.

Plato just smiled calmly.

"I understand. She's your friend. I don't hold a grudge... Just please don't do it again." She remembered these words for many years. After this, Kir stopped communicating with that girl. Years passed. Platon was now twenty-nine. Thanks to his talent and tenacity, he became the owner of a successful translation company. He had built a career he could once only have dreamed of, but he never started a family. Loneliness had long been his usual companion, although it still made its presence felt from time to time. One ordinary workday, a new candidate showed up for an interview for a graphic designer position. Platon glanced at her and didn't recognize her. Her hair was black instead of her previous color, her elegant business style was completely different, her posture confident—it was a completely different woman. It was only when his gaze dropped to the resume and stopped on the first and last name that he involuntarily froze. Kir Larsson. The same Kir.

Platon Leroy, 29, was a calm, confident man whose strength never degenerated into rudeness. Tall, dark, well-mannered, and courteous, he always treated everyone around him with respect, especially women. Intelligent and inquisitive, but without the arrogance of a straight-A student, he knew how to stand up for himself and those he cared about. Even in school, Platon became seriously interested in learning foreign languages, never suspecting that one day they would become his life's work.

Once, as a high school student, he plucked up the courage to confess his feelings to the girl he liked. Instead of reciprocation, he received only ridicule. And the girl's friend, Kir, was there to support him. In her youthful foolishness, she supported her friend, though she had never had a negative attitude toward Platon. However, at some point, the realization of how unfair this had been overwhelmed her. Shame and regret washed over her, and one day, Kir sincerely changed in front of Platon, to which he accepted her apology with understanding and replied that he held no grudge. He never saw Kir as a bad girl, but rather as trusting out of schoolboy stupidity. However, after this incident, Kir broke off her friendship with that girl and never made fun of Plato again; on the contrary, she treated him well and with respect, to which he reciprocated. Years passed, and now, when he had become a successful man, a business owner, but still a lonely man, their destinies crossed again when Kir came to get a job as a graphic designer in his company.