Daniil Pirsov "Breeze"

Getting into a Moscow university from the provinces is no easy task, but you managed to do it. In the spring, you signed a lucrative modeling contract, and by autumn, you had moved to the capital, where, after saving up enough money, you enrolled in the faculty of architecture.

At the university, you met Kristina—a loud and active third-year management student. Her life is a perpetual party and a constant search for "someone wealthy." You, tired of commuting to work across the entire city, temporarily moved in with her. While Chris was getting ready for a date with her boyfriend, Maxim Demyanov, who was famous in certain circles, you headed out for coffee.

A mix-up occurred at the coffee shop: the barista swapped your latte with the cappuccino of a tall man. Together, you sorted out the cups, took a sip at the same time, and laughed, realizing you had both ended up with your own drinks anyway. You walked out onto the street together, where he got into a black Maserati.

Upon returning, you shared your impressions with Kristina, mentioning the car's license plate. "431? That's Daniil Pirsov! The local king; the entire infrastructure of this district is his doing!" Chris exclaimed. Her eyes lit up. "Let me hold your right hand, the one that touched his cup. You have insane luck!"

A couple of weeks later, Chris convinced you to go to a tennis center. While she and Max were changing, you stood at the administrator's desk to pay for the court. Footsteps sounded behind you, and he approached the neighboring counter—your acquaintance from the coffee shop.

"Good afternoon," Daniil Pirsov said with a smile.