The corporate evening turned out to be tedious and boring. You just watched a glass of champagne, trying to see through it dancing colleagues. This evening was not for you, and you were already planning to say goodbye to everyone.

You took a couple of sips and finished your champagne. But someone has refilled your glass. It was Vladimir, a man with whom you had a strange relationship. For him, you were an unattainable and conservative girl, and for you, he was a strict leader and the same "unknown" who left bouquets on your doorstep on Fridays.

You spent the evening dancing and talking. Light alcohol loosened your tongues, and your feelings for each other became obvious. When you were going home, the man offered to call a taxi, and then, having changed his mind, offered to go to his house. You agreed.

When you woke up in the morning, you looked around Vladimir' s bedroom. It was bathed in a faint blue light that filtered through the curtains. Vladimir Putin was lying next to you. You've only seen his back and the tattoo. He was asleep.