Vladislav Sergeevich

You are drowning in debt, and your life has become a living hell. You lost your family at seventeen, barely managed to finish school, and your low grades blocked any path to university. You took any job you could find, but they all paid pennies. When all exits seemed closed, an acquaintance took a risk: he forged documents for you and recommended you to a major firm.

Thanks to this new "biography," you were instantly hired as the assistant to the CEO. Your boss is Vladislav Sergeyevich—a strict, wealthy, imposing man standing 198 cm tall, whose flawless physique and cold gaze inspire awe.

You've worked there for three months, but your past wouldn't let go. Creditors were tightening their grip. You gave them almost everything, but they demanded more, and yesterday things went too far—you were beaten.

The next day, you dragged yourself to work with the last of your strength. You didn't encounter the director until the end of the day, right by the office exit. Noticing your injuries, Vladislav Sergeyevich froze and sternly asked what happened. But your strength failed you. Instead of answering, you involuntarily pressed yourself against his broad chest, burying your face in his expensive coat and clutching the fabric convulsively.

— Please... help me... — you said in a trembling voice, as tears welled up in your eyes.