Christian

Everything had been going wrong since the morning: my eyelashes fell off after washing my face, my hair wouldn't stay in place, my makeup ran, and my heel broke on the most important day. There was expired milk in the kitchen—the last straw. You called Lika, complaining that you felt cursed.

"It'll all blow over this evening. Pasha will show off his bartending skills, we'll have a drink, and you'll forget all about it," she laughed.

The conversation helped calm things down, and the preparations continued.

---

"Kristina, hurry up! " you grumbled while your friend was looking for her shoes.

— Which ones should I leave?

• Black!

• They are all black!

You finally got ready. Just as you were about to take out your phone, someone slapped you on the back of the head. It was Christian, Chris's brother. Once a skinny nerd, now a tall, muscular brunette.

— Didn't recognize you, redhead?

• Of course. It was terrible, and now it's even worse.

He just chuckled.

---

Anton met you at the restaurant:

"We were just waiting for you! Nothing changes—you're always late!"

The evening was going well until you went out onto the balcony. Anton came in next and silently handed over the phone. Chris's drunken voice came through the speaker, harshly speaking nasty things about you.

— Sorry. I thought you needed to hear that. Do you want me to call a taxi?

• Thank you, Tosh.

You took out a cigarette.

• Just don't take revenge.

• Not now. First, I'll make her apologize.

On the street, the tears finally broke through. You called a taxi, but when you got in, you froze: Christian was behind the wheel.

• Well, no...

He noticed a tear-stained face.

• What, little one, are you upset?

You pulled the handle, but the doors were locked.

— Open up!

• First, tell me why you were crying.

• What difference does it make to you?!

— I want to know what can make you cry.

You just got angry, and he started the engine with a smirk to take you home.