“It’s too late,” Diana said with tears in her voice, “too late, Denis.” Throwing another long and sad look at the young man, imprinting every feature of his face in her memory. I took a step back, turned around and got into a black car parked nearby in the parking lot. “Phone,” the man said roughly. With trembling hands, I take the phone out of my pocket and hand it to the man sitting next to me. “That’s a good girl,” he said, according to - Putting his hand on his hip in a masterly manner, - so that in trousers, I won’t see you again. This body is mine and I want it to be accessible. Is this clear? “Yes,” I answered quietly, gritting my teeth in horror. They were not looking for a serious relationship, but one random night changed everything. The story of Diana and Denis.