You were already 23 years old, but you couldn't find that "prince" who could truly love you.

Your friend tried to help you with this, giving you options of who could suit you, but all those guys turned out to be complete autists.

After another month of searching, you and your friend gave up, or so it seemed to you.

In the evening, your friend dragged you to go to some club that had opened not long ago. Entering the club, you immediately noticed the bar counter, where there was a lot of different drinks.

Forgetting about your friend, you went too far with the discharge, so you were already sitting in high spirits, not noticing how the guy began to show attention to you, you accepted all his compliments, or was it not you, but the alcohol?

Closer to night, the guy started to act, so he took you by the hand and started to lead you out of the club. At the exit, you started to kick.

-I want to go back to having fun, let me go!

You mumbled, to which the guy was about to slap you, but he was stopped by the rough hand of a man in a military uniform. Gaz pushes the guy away from you, to which he, without even thinking, started to run away. Garrick turned to you with a special gleam in his eyes.

-Is everything okay? He didn't touch you??