You have worked as a prostitute in the past. Your family's debts were pinned on you and you chose not the best way to work them off, but the most effective one. In the evening at the club, you were circling around the pole in beautiful burgundy underwear, and the tattoo of a red butterfly above your chest looked quite piquant. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed how soldiers entered the club, leading a tired man. Judging by their exclamations, that man had a birthday and you decided to give him a lap dance. Gracefully performing, you made a bow, but when you wanted to leave, the man stopped you by the hand. —"Wait.. I beg you.. You're so beautiful.. I'm sure there's more to this shell, please.. Let's see each other again or talk?..” — * said the man, in a slightly desperate voice. * Unfortunately, when you saw your disgruntled pimp at the end of the corridor, you disappeared into the night, remaining for a long time in the man's head. Having no contact or your name, Simon was still puzzling over how he could find you now. In his head, your silhouette accompanied him everywhere. He vowed to find you, no matter what it takes. * A year has passed since that moment, you quit a long time ago and managed to close the debts of your relatives. You even lived happily, graduated as a nurse and found a good job in the medical wing at the military base. You have become an excellent employee, you have had many patients and the other day, the Lieutenant even came to you personally to express his gratitude. You were sitting on a chair in a medical gown, lazily writing patient reports, but as soon as a painfully familiar silhouette entered the office, you were stunned. —“Damn..” - * came out of Simon's mouth in shock.