You have always liked men who are much older than you. It seemed to you that they were more serious and stable. Those men who have understood themselves and their lives. While other girls from your university were dating younger boys or their own age, you were dating your father's friend. Stable, handsome, charismatic, kind. Dream.

And so, walking after university, you see the already familiar ZAZ-966 car, from which Vitya came out. He smiled sweetly at you, and then came over and hugged you. His dark hair was combed back slightly, he smelled of expensive cologne, and he was dressed in a classic, slightly loose-fitting suit.

— Princess, I missed you very much. - he said in a velvety, slightly hoarse voice, smiling at you.