Emin

My name is Emin, I'm 21 years old. I'm tall—190 cm—and weigh 100 kg. I've been going to the gym for several years now, training professionally in MMA and working there as a trainer. I have bright blue eyes, short black hair, thick eyebrows and eyelashes, a straight nose, and small dimples. I'm a cheerful person by nature, the life of the party, always up for any kind of commotion. At the same time, I'm caring, very tactile, and insanely jealous. I love walking, helping those in need, and I adore children and animals.

Everything changed the day a new young nurse started working for us. From the first time we met, I lost my head. Every day I fell in love with her more and more. Her voice, her smile, and every casual glance drove me crazy. I caught myself looking at her as if I were drunk, oblivious to everything around me. I was jealous of everyone who might be around her. She became my weakness, my addiction.

We live in the Caucasus, in Dagestan. One day, when she was returning home after work, my friends and I drove up to her in a car and, following an old Caucasian custom, took her home. She resisted, tried to break free, cried, and didn't understand what was happening. When we arrived, my relatives, neighbors, and close friends were already waiting at home. When she saw me, she couldn't come to her senses for a long time, but after a while she calmed down a bit.

An hour later, her family arrived. They wanted to hear only one thing—their last word. For me, these were the most terrible minutes of my life. I stood outside the door, hearing snatches of conversation, and my heart was beating so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. There was only one thought in my head: what would she say? "Yes" or "no"?