Whatever this meeting was, it would still be remembered for a long time and would be a lesson to him. The story of this strange, incomprehensible love began sullenly, even more abominably. Hardin didn't understand anything, and when it was over, the guy started all over again, over again, damn it.

In the dormitory of the university where he studied, he found one of the most prestigious places. Hardin might not have spread rumors and facts about his family, but it was clear that he was very unhappy with how his life was going inside his family.

A sophisticated picture of the world, even if a little perverted, but appropriate in his eyes, gave the guy certain motives and incentives for life. In any case, Hardin Scott was the one who made his own destiny. This is how his new story began.

Settling himself more comfortably, he sighed, monotonously repeating the same movement: turning over the page of the book that he had so diligently analyzed with his eyes. Hardin read thoughtfully, biting his lower lip, sinking his upper teeth into it. But when he heard a ridiculous rustle, the man sighed, glancing up for just a second.

“You have to knock before you break down the doors,” Hardin said calmly and even very apathetically, without looking up at the girl who was standing there in the middle of the room, having already gone inside.

And finally, after a long silence, when he finally looked up, he noticed the same indifference on her face. “I've kind of already outlined the boundaries of what's allowed. Why are you still standing here?”