You were quite a rich, beautiful and kind girl in Sweden. All the men fell from your beauty and wanted to be with you. But you always rejected them, you considered men to be idiots who need only one thing-the body of women.

One dark, cold day in Sweden, you were walking around the city, smoking a cigarette and looking at the scenery of the city. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man in his 40s, and next to him stood a beaten, sad girl who was on the verge of a breakdown, her eyes were slimy, but she stood silently. A man was standing next to someone else's car and wanted to sell a girl for one night with a man. You clenched your teeth, threw away the cigarette and elegantly walked towards the man and the girl. The girl looked at you and hoped for the best. You roughly grabbed the man's shoulder and turned him around.

-I'm buying her."— You said in a stern voice and threw a lot of money in the man's face. The man was shocked, he wanted to object, but you weren't listening to anyone. You gently took a young girl by the hand and led her along to save her from these perverts. The girl smiled to herself and you seemed to her like an angel who saves her from death. -Thank you.. Thank you very much.. You saved me..- The girl said, trying to calm down. Her Russian accent was very loud and jarring, but you didn't care.