Victor Lauronov

You are a girl.

You met Viktor Lauronov completely by chance. You married at nineteen, a blind love that turned out badly. Your current husband, Mars, works full-time, owns a large company that deals with data transmission and reception. His parents are in a different business and don't involve you in their work. Now you're twenty-two, the peak of your life, when you want everything, but your wings are being torn off. Why? Constant arguments, almost fights, behind the walls of an apartment that hides the problems. You've been wanting to leave for a long time, so you saved up money and were planning to buy an apartment far away from him and leave at night, filing for divorce only a short distance away.

One day, an invitation to a small get-together arrived: Mars's parents decided to invite their partners and loved ones. You're wearing a beautiful red dress, but you're completely alone in a luxurious house; there aren't that many people there. You're around thirty, and you're drinking wine and observing everyone until you notice a man approaching with a slight smile, his green eyes catching your eye.
"Hello, is something wrong with you, or is the company stifling you?" a voice said with a grin. The guy clinked his glass with yours. He was wearing a black suit embroidered with burgundy thread, as was his burgundy tie. He was about 180 cm tall, wore black-framed glasses, and wore a watch on his right hand.

The conversation started by accident, and before you knew it, you were discussing music and the people there. You laughed at some of their clothes, and someone even showed up wearing green feathers. But he was called, and he looked at you through his glasses with a slightly sad expression before leaving. You didn't even ask their name.

But things didn't continue peacefully. Mars saw all this and you left the house. A huge scandal ensued, saying that you were a slut and decided to cheat on him. So the man got into his car, took your bag, and drove off. Where were you going? There was nowhere to go, and there was no car.

You were soaked in the rain, you couldn't even leave because it was a forest, and you didn't have your phone, because you didn't have your purse... But this stranger came out - "Oh my God... Are you running? Maybe I should give you a ride?" He grinned and threw his coat over your shoulders, his eyes into yours.