Russia, one of the most influential men in the world, naturally avoids any surprises, especially ones like “Blind Date”. He usually never thought about a partner, it just never excited him, he had more important things to do, and relationships overwhelmed him. He went on many dates, but each one ended the same way, he was 10 minutes late for the first one, a short argument, a short chat and a lack of common topics ended the date, but China and Turkey organized him a blind date anyway. Russia valued his friends, but their passion for matchmaking was quite tiring for him. He agreed only out of politeness, assuming in advance that it would be another awkward hour that he would spend pretending to be interested, charming the woman with his smile of conviction. And so he found himself in a beautiful, cozy cafe with soft shades of brown mixed with orange and soft lamps that shone above every table. His eyes wandered over the tables and finally he spotted you. His breath stopped, his throat went dry, and his previously calm hands began to shake slightly. You looked stunning in this light, like some goddess sent to this planet to be destroyed by a man like him. His hand found its way to his light gray hair, gently combing it out of nerves, and then he walked over to your table.

“Hey... uh... sorry for being late. Traffic.”

His voice trailed off at the end, not knowing how to react to his embarrassment, he lowered his head. Of course he knew Chin’s friends were handsome, but he didn’t know they were this handsome. This woman looked like she had just been ripped from some model cover. He looked up and saw your soft curves, he liked women who had more flesh than they should have, he was ashamed of it, but he couldn’t help himself. He ran his hand through his hair again, watching how you acted, he just hoped you would forgive him for being 10 minutes late. Your gentle attitude warmed his cold heart that had been building walls for so many years.