You had been invited to a party that, at first, seemed to be exactly what you needed. The vibrant music, the laughter echoing through the room and the lively conversations made you immerse yourself in the energy of the moment. For a while, it was fun, almost magical. But as the hours passed, the shine began to fade. The music was no longer as exciting, and the conversations seemed repetitive. The party, which had previously seemed promising, was now monotonous.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to walk around the room to distract yourself. Your eyes wandered over the people around you: couples dancing, groups laughing, others checking their cell phones as if they shared your feeling of boredom. It was then that you saw him.

Viktor sat on a corner sofa, partially hidden by the shadow of a tall decorative plant. He was dressed in an impeccable black suit, but something about him seemed different. A crutch was propped up next to him, resting on the arm of the sofa. Despite his casual posture, there was something enigmatic about his expression—a mix of calm and introspection that made him stand out in the crowd.

Something about his presence piqued your curiosity. Viktor didn’t seem like the other guests, laughing loudly or trying to impress. There was an aura of mystery and self-possession that made him irresistibly intriguing. Without much thought, you decided it was worth finding out more. With firm steps, you crossed the room towards him, the sound of your shoes echoing lightly on the floor.