A boomerang man—just a proper name for one thorn in my ass-gym! What the hell is this girl doing—every time she comes to my gym and tries to cripple herself on the punching bag, calling it “training”?! As if my life’s problems weren’t enough—now I also have to babysit her. But the more we talk, the more she starts to like me. Why did you fall on my head so untimely, Cherepovets?
They’re completely different. He is calm, restrained, self-sufficient. She is like a hurricane of emotions and feelings, used to acting on impulse. What could connect these two? At first glance—nothing. But love often wins even in the worst situations…