Morning met with the nasty sound of drops on the glass. I had a rather conflicted relationship with the rains - I adored showers and hated small drops of drizzling rain. And judging by the sound, now it was the second option.

However, the gloomy weather perfectly reflected my mood, I wanted to wrap myself deeper in a warm blanket and hide there from the cruel big world in which men cheat on their women, young girls disappear in an unknown direction, and fathers put their daughters in bed with their business partners. Yes, of course, my father did not read me as Vadim's mistress, he probably had far-reaching plans...