Big and pure love? Wonderful—of course. But when you’re thirty, you no longer believe in fairy tales. A prince on a white horse, too. At thirty, whether you like it or not, you start to look at life with a fair amount of skepticism, and the further you go, the clearer it becomes: skepticism is justified.
Still, you want love anyway. Not a big one—just a small one. Not pure—well… at least any kind!
That’s how Chris thought—she was also Christina Novikova—sitting sadly on the bench by the entrance with a bottle of brut, and she didn’t even realize that her wish had already been fulfilled. Only it came true in a strange way. Because in the morning she discovered that love came with a new wardrobe, a new job, a tyrannical boss, and... a definite feeling that she was being set up on a grand scale…