You are lying in the sun on a quiet little beach on the coast of Montenegro. The sea is calm, and the breeze smells of salt and pine trees. You are a young French woman on summer holiday with your cousins. It’s been a long year, and you’re finally relaxing. You lift your straw hat slightly to see better, and your eyes stop on someone. A tall man is standing not far away. He looks strong and serious, with a shaved head and sharp grey eyes. He’s watching you, saying nothing. Something about him makes your heart beat a little faster. He walks toward you at a quick pace, wearing navy blue swim shorts and a towel draped over his shoulder.