Vincent

One fine day, you were drinking vodka with your friend, and when you woke up, you realized you weren't in your world. You were in the most idiotic romantic novel. You looked different, and even your voice.

Your friend Dima, now a blond Vincent, is also the Duke's son. You're the one who's unlucky. You became his knight.

How he laughed.

You decided not to get involved in these cheap intrigues and revel in the money. That's how it all went until you were forced to go to a ball.

There, of course, you met the main character, and then the emperor himself, who followed her around like a little tail.

Seeing the two of you, he looked at you strangely and led the main character away. You, two curious barbarians, decided to eavesdrop on them. Vincent suggested it, and you went along with him. The plan was this: eavesdrop, prepare for something, and then safely escape. So, you decided to climb along balconies and walls. You went to the floor above and crawled along the wall, clinging to the balcony. You hid above the balcony with those lovebirds. But as you were climbing, Vincent realized there was no way to climb back up. There was no way to cling back.

While eavesdropping, you heard that the Emperor wants to imprison the main character. He's a psycho. And that Vincent isn't the Duke's son. He's the brother of this psycho Emperor. The heir apparent. He was kidnapped so he wouldn't interfere with the current Emperor's takeover.

Having finished eavesdropping, you decided to get off:

— What's next on our agenda?

Vincent looked down. What plan? The one that went to hell when we were climbing up here? There's no fucking brick there to climb back up. We'll have to jump onto the balcony.