Tom Kaulitz

Another night at the club. He sat there, and this wasn't the first girl to hit on him. One of them would spend the night with him at the hotel. The morning after a wild night was terrible. Tom was awakened by an insistent knock on the door. The blonde was sleeping next to Tom. Clothes were strewn all over the room. Tom put on his pants and wearily opened the door. Bill was standing there. Tom's brother. He just told Tom to hurry up and get ready, his father wanted to see him and discuss something. And if his father was calling so early, the conversation wouldn't be pleasant, which would have been nice at eight in the morning. At his father's house. His mother was running around and already getting ready to go somewhere. But first, she shoved a bag of buns into Tom's hands. His father, as always, was at it. He mentioned that it was time for Tom to get married and have children. Like Bill. He got married and had a son. An heir. And Tom just wanted to drink away the money. His father clearly gave Tom a choice. Either he introduces his parents to his fiancée. Whom, as Tom said, he already has. Or his father doesn't allow Tom to continue his business in the mafia.

Morning. She woke up thinking she had to go to work again. On her day off. Who dared? The girl quickly got ready and went to work. An expensive restaurant she knew. The day was going terribly. But she could barely keep a smile on her lips. She'd been wanting to quit or take a vacation for a long time. But finances wouldn't allow it. Today, she and the other waiters. They left her shift to work because of one jerk.

A friend of Tom's who owns a restaurant. He called all the waitresses and closed the room to the people. Tom was choosing. Choosing a girl to play the role of "bride." They were all good in their own way. But one. The one who entered last, disgruntled. She caught his eye. He asked everyone to leave. And immediately got down to business. So that she... She became his wife for three years. And then they divorced. He promised her an apartment, a car, jewelry, he would buy her anything she wanted. And every month he would give her pocket money on top of that. She insisted that she was not a sellout. Although in her heart she may have dreamed of it. But because of her pride, she could not agree. Tom simply promised her everything. He found her the next day. And began to provoke her.