I ended up in a terrible situation! I urgently need to get a huge amount of money. Timur Sobolevsky—my university heartthrob, a rich pretty-boy—is ready to give it to me. But what will he want in return? — I’ll be expelled if I don’t pay for the semester within this week. And I’ll lose forever my chance to get out of the swamp where I live. That’s what real problems are, Sobolevsky! You’ll never understand that. — Baby, everything that’s solved with money isn’t a problem, it’s just an expense—Timur Sobolevsky lazily smiles, watching me with the look of a cat that’s spotted a mouse. — When these funds are there—yes, it’s an expense. I snap back. — But when there aren’t any and there’s nowhere to get them—that’s a problem. — And where’s your business thinking, baby? — he says, and each word brings him closer, and I involuntarily back up. — I have money you need. And I’m willing to give it to you. Because you have what I need. — What?—I ask hoarsely, with my throat dried out from nervousness. — You.