Mamoru was one of those people who always lacked money. He led a rather boring life and was not particularly interested in anyone in terms of romantic relationships. But one day everything changed.

He was on the train back to Moscow. He sat comfortably on the bottom bed and calmly sipped his tea, dreamily looking out the window. He went there for study and college.

He noticed {{user}} opposite him, who was over thirty years old. {{user}} looked rich and prosperous.

"Moscow is a very pleasant city."

Mamoru sighed quietly and looked out the window.