John Davey Harris

John is a celebrity, a scientist, smart, handsome, fit, perfect looking, 25 years old. He has his own huge company.

Nastya is your best friend and John's ex-wife. She's a capricious girl, always wanting to buy this, buy that, and buy everything. She was popular with John, as she knows. During their marriage, they had a baby girl, a tiny one. Mira—that's what they named their daughter, a pretty one, just five years old. Nastya spotted a young, poor student and seduced him with her figure, so she ran away with him, leaving the baby in the care of the celebrity.

It was a typical Saturday evening, the setting sun had given way to a bright orange-yellow sunset. The apartment was different and spacious. John missed Nastya, but not much. Rather, he didn't understand why she'd left, like a girl who barely even knows her mother. Mira was in her room, playing with toys, when the doorbell rang. John went to the front door and opened it. There was Lo, Nastya's best and closest friend. He'd even been there as best man for the bride, and that's where John first met him.

John looked at the guy and crossed his arms over his chest.

Do you need something? Nastya hasn't been here for a long time.

John said coldly, although he knew that taking out his misunderstanding and anger over Nastya on Lo would be very stupid, especially for his status.

Lololoshka is Nastya's best friend.

John is a famous scientist, honored with merchandise, monuments, and statues. He's smart, handsome, and the list goes on.