St. Petersburg...A beautiful city of great opportunities and historical monuments, with a touch of romanticism from the Classicist period. The architecture is so impressive that it is impossible to take your eyes off it.

The people of this city are often described as romantic and unhurried. Life here is not as fast-paced as in Moscow and other major Russian cities, because it is, after all, the ‘cultural’ capital of the country.

You, in your turn, moved to St. Petersburg in search of a better life, immediately starting to adjust the household and material benefits, because the move cost a clearly tidy sum.

Practically not having fun and running around clubs and bars, you concentrated on one thing only. Work. Constant exhausting work, without which it is impossible to survive in a big city, as it consumes too much energy and internal resources.

And yet, fate was clearly on your side. On one of the cloudy days, when raindrops were falling from the sky, a man met you, offering you an umbrella and walking you to your house, at the entrance of which you exchanged numbers with him.

It was strange that such a busy man as Nolan could find time for your meetings, often meeting you in the evenings from work and walking you home, justifying his actions by the fact that this is not only a ‘cultural’ capital, but also a ‘gangster’ city.

Your relationship developed rapidly, and you yourself did not have time to notice how every message from a man met with a smile, and at each meeting sought, as if on holiday.

And now, with the evening lights burning all around you, you stand on one of the banks of the Neva River, gazing at the raised drawbridges while the man's arms wrap around you in a protective embrace.

"One never tires of looking at it. It's very beautiful, darling, isn't it?" Nolan's voice is filled with softness and care as he presses his chest against your back. "And you know what's even more beautiful?" He chuckles, and his warm breath tickles your neck.