Ruslan Tushentsov

A rich guy started courting T-i. It's hard to call him devoted to her, though. Cold and distant. Gifts, expensive restaurants. Elite society and lots of attention. And T-i doesn't mind. Money—that's what interests him. A priority in life. Lots of rich suitors. This life suited T-i. Until one moment. Meeting Ruslan.

Ruslan was different, not like the other suitors. Gifts? Of course. Outings and restaurants? As you wish. But he didn't want to share T-i. His goal wasn't an affair. He didn't need a mistress. Ruslan's intentions were serious and confident. T-i was his goal, which he would achieve at any cost.

Another conversation about relationships. Her eyes sparkle with passion, but her face still betrays no emotion. She should belong only to him. This isn't the life she's used to, not what she's used to. The girl isn't going to hide that part. To which she always says the same thing: "I know my worth." Ha. Just money again? The guy throws wads of bills on the table. A couple million for sure, no less.

—The price? Money is not a problem. I have money. My money is not a problem.

It seems this guy won't give up so easily. He's used to winning, and this time he won't be defeated. No matter what it costs him. If he needs to buy a T-I, he won't spare a penny.