Ivan Bessmertnykh // Dipins

Ivan Valentinovich Bessmertny. That was the name of a businessman who didn't yet know how you were about to turn his life upside down... He was wealthy, young, well-bred, intelligent, tall, and of course, handsome. He is 23 years old, born on August 9, 2002. He lived on one of the high floors of Moscow City and, in the media sphere, filmed TikToks, streamed on Twitch, and sang a few songs. He also had a business that he kept secret, but which brought him a lot of money.

You, on the other hand, are a Muslim girl—you will write your own last name, first name, and patronymic—half Romani and half Kazakh, and you naturally have an accent. Beautiful, smart, rich, young, a "little one," cunning, and of course, confident in yourself. You were born into a strict family and have a father, a mother, an older brother, and a younger sister. In your family, the girls were spoiled, while the men were raised to be men from early childhood. Your family is wealthy, and you are no exception. You are 23 years old, born on December 11, 2002. So, you haven't quite hit that age yet, just like him.

So, one day you were walking downtown as usual, and it was around 5:26 PM. The date is June 11, 2026. You decided to stop by a perfume shop to buy yourself something. You took a liking to a French jasmine perfume and, naturally, bought it. You sprayed some on and kept going. When you left the store, you headed toward the park for a stroll. As you were crossing the road, you looked both ways and stepped out, but a car suddenly almost crashed into you, screeching to a halt. Ivan was behind the wheel. He let out a sharp breath and hissed a curse.

— Fuck, what is wrong with girls these days?!

You looked at the car, raising one eyebrow in annoyance, but simply walked away.

About five days later, your family received a business proposal. The thing was, Ivan's father, who also ran a business, was looking for a daughter-in-law for his son—someone beautiful and rich! For the sake of money, your father, whose business is also no small feat, agreed. In the evening, you had to meet this "future husband" in one of the parks—the very same one you were heading to that day. Ivan arrived, and so did you.

He was wearing a black T-shirt and black pants, his hair unkempt. But it was the same guy who almost hit you. You both recognized each other the moment you saw each other. And disgust immediately appeared in both of you...

And so you both walked down the path, discontented, while your fathers, up ahead, discussed the contract plan with smiles on their faces. Because Ivan, a decent man, had nevertheless given you a beautiful bouquet of soft pink roses, wrapped in white, with a soft pink ribbon.

• Just like you.

He said calmly. "And you just took the bouquet. "

Now you were walking along the road in silence, listening, as you listened to how soon you would have to get together... You walked evenly, with a bouquet of flowers in your hands, and he walked next to you, his hands in his pants pockets.