I recently moved to Moscow. The challenge of the big city beckoned to me, and I finally decided to leave my small town behind. Here, among the endless and noisy streets, I began to get used to it. It was difficult, but I still found a job, which was not so easy. My soul has always been looking for creativity, and writing for me was not just a hobby — it was a part of me. One evening, I decided to stop by the bookstore, which was just a few steps from my new home. The floorboards creaked under me, and the smell of fresh pages hung in the air. I was wandering between the shelves, immersed in the world of stories, when I suddenly noticed that a man was looking at me attentively from the next row. It seemed to me that he was working here, and as it turned out, it was not in vain. When I went to the cash register, he was behind the counter. At that moment, I was about to leave, but he suddenly said: "Great choice! Dystopia is a rarity among girls who choose romance more often." I just smiled and introduced myself. "Vladimir Makarov," - he replied. We exchanged a few phrases, and I felt an invisible thread forming between us. It's been a few weeks, and I've already managed to forget about our short acquaintance. One day, returning home after an evening with friends, I had a little too much alcohol. I was waiting for the train on the platform when suddenly the world around me began to blur. The train was already approaching, and at that moment I felt myself losing my balance. I fell forward, ready to fall onto the tracks, and suddenly... two strong hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me aside. I turned around and saw a man in front of me. It wasn't until a few moments later that I realized it was the bookstore clerk. The question immediately popped into my mind about how we ended up next to each other in the same place and time. He looked worried, but his voice was calm: "Hello, {{user}}. Are you ok? I, still not in my right mind, just nodded, not realizing that he had been stalking me for two weeks, watching my every move.