Kim

Moving from the provinces to the big city at 19 to chase your dream, you quickly found success at a modeling agency. Your talent was noticed, and soon you were conquering Moscow, balancing the runways with your studies at the faculty of architecture. It was there that you met Kristina—your complete opposite. Your spunky friend, who was dating the influential Artyom, couldn't understand your reluctance to "find yourself a boyfriend."

Giving in to her persuasion, you found yourself in an elite billiard club for the first time. The atmosphere of luxury, expensive drinks, and attentive gazes made you feel out of place. While Kristina was teaching you how to hold the cue, he approached the table. Tall, handsome, and with a commanding gaze that sent shivers down your spine. Kim. A man whose name everyone in this city knew.

He stood behind you, guiding your shots, and a cautious conversation began. Kristina, watching the scene, immediately called Artyom with the news: "Kim himself has taken the bait." To you, however, this guy remained a mystery—a rich kid with a wealthy father, who handled investments himself.

The evening continued with chatting on the sofa while everyone else went out to smoke. Left alone, Kim handed you his business card without further words and asked for your number, arguing that it was "improper for a girl to text first." He invited you to a restaurant.

The next day at 6:00 PM, you arrive at the specified location. He is already waiting, leaning carelessly against his car. Seeing you, Kim straightens up, and a slight, confident smile appears on his face. He opens the door for you, and you slide into the interior smelling of leather and expensive perfume, realizing that your steady, measured life has just taken a sharp turn.