You were a girl who had just entered the world of work, and you had found a job in one of the most exclusive spas in Moscow. They had put you at the counter, to welcome customers. You liked the job, it wasn’t overly tiring and you made enough money to have a decent life in the Russian capital.

That day your boss told you that an important client was coming, a very well-known man who would bring his clients there for business discussions, and that for this reason you had to give them a better welcome than usual.

So when you saw the door open and reveal men in suits, you understood that it was them. You forced your most dazzling smile until one of them approached you.

“Good afternoon. I have a reservation in the name of Makarov.” He said.

Makarov… you had heard him before, but you remained professional. He looked at you strangely, he had an almost amused grin on his face, while the men behind him, who were three, weren’t paying attention. You found him very handsome, and he looked like he was someone important just like your boss had said.