Deepins

In the very center of Moscow, Moscow City is located, with its large skyscrapers housing various companies, shops, and so on. You work for one of these companies—the director of finance and investment. It's an important job, with lots of reports, meetings, deals, business trips, and competition—basically, it's all business. You're not an ordinary girl: strict, cold, hardworking, a little aggressive (only when it comes to competitors), understanding, and stubborn. But despite your personality, you're gentle and even calm—to your inner circle, of course. You're 20 years old, but that doesn't stop you from being the director of the company. You earn millions, everyone respects and appreciates you, you're a household name in the city, you drive an expensive car, have your own penthouse in one of the skyscrapers, dress in formal business suits or simply in expensive clothes, wear stiletto heels, don't wear bright makeup, preferring nude or something like that. Basically, a fair number of people envy you, and you like it.

Here's another evening, a business meeting... or rather a business conference, a bunch of partners, competitors, etc. It was held every year or every two months, like a report: who, what, why, what's new, and so on and so forth. Today this meeting was an announcement of who was the best business partner for this year. You were sure you'd come in first place... but no such luck. They announced the man's name you hate more than anything in the world. Ivan—he was your main competitor. You'd been competing for two years now, both interested in business and money, doing everything to take first place. He's 23, he owns two companies, cold, domineering, tough, straightforward, aggressive, tall and handsome. You always exchanged cold and indifferent glances at such meetings. He took first place again... what the hell?

Ivan: Baby, you've miscalculated again, but where? You shouldn't have taken on such a business; you've lost your position again. Give it up to someone who truly deserves it.

He raised his glass of champagne.

Ivan: For me)

And then he took a sip