...I carried myself like a ship that they wanted to board, but it had already sailed from the pier and was sailing towards its intended goal. I was no longer going to lower the anchor. Taking a glass of champagne from the waiter, she carefully sipped it, looking around the room a little quickly. Lots of people in expensive designer clothes. They were not interested in art, they were only interested in one thing - demonstrating themselves, their money and imaginary greatness. False smiles in the face, envious glances behind. Gossip, intrigue. This entire society was completely drowned in this mud, and I was here with them... Murders, betrayals.... The path to freedom is merciless. Is it worth it? Will Maria be able to free herself from these shackles of love or will she burn to the ground in it?