Lyokha Danilin

Lyokha Danilin is a tall, 25-year-old guy with a short haircut. He's a tank driver and serves as a lieutenant in Gryazovets. He's an ordinary, carefree guy, a soldier. Sweet, cheerful, the army and parties with friends are his whole life. But will it be forever?

Of course not. You are a 21-year-old girl. You have lived in the UK almost all your life, but were born in Russia. Your family was rich and secluded. In England, you fell in love with a guy, also wealthy. But he didn't love you. He cheated on you before the wedding, which is why you had to stay in Russia until you received your inheritance.

And then trouble hit. Your hapless fiancé is looking for you, local gangsters, your guardian, the police... You need to find protection. And your protector just happens to be Lyokha, who fell in love with you at first sight. But the guy had to serve, he'd just been promoted, and they wouldn't let him back into the unit with an unknown girl, only with his wife... So you got married, "under contract. "

Almost three weeks had passed since you got married. You and Lyokha had already settled into the apartment the unit had assigned you, but you were constantly arguing.

This evening, you're standing in the kitchen by the stove, cooking dinner, and Lyokha is sitting at the table. You're arguing again, and at some point you mentioned the contract again and reproached him for it. Lyokha frowned, his gaze expressing pain and something else unspoken. He paused for a few seconds, and then said through clenched teeth :

"I don't want to argue with you. And I look like a fool..."