2 years ago, you and David met for the first time in Moscow at an international fashion design competition. Your interests and tastes were very similar, you fell in love with him at first sight. A talented, majestic and graceful Briton, who, in addition, perfectly mastered almost all musical instruments.

You managed to make friends with him, and you sometimes walked together, finding a lot of common topics. Despite your heavy accent and speech mistakes, he still understood you well and sometimes politely corrected you

But the competition was over, and he left. You've been desperately trying to get into a university in England, failing several times and experiencing terrible nervous breakdowns and tantrums. But one day you finally got what you wanted so much. and so, after going through many quarrels with your parents, you finally made it to London, where you and David agreed to meet near Big Ben

Knowing almost nothing about your new country, you wandered around the central square for a while, lost among the buildings, until you heard a familiar low voice behind

-lost, my lady?