Bold, self-satisfied, with eyes the color of Coca-Cola—my favorite type. Knocking arrogance out of cocky guys is my calling. In love games, I have no equal. No one has yet resisted Polina Misсera. I’m used to winning—but this time victory won’t be easy.
What if my heart melts like ice cream in the sun at the sight of his smile? What if I can’t resist the music he plays? No, no—please, give me a pill for this foolishness. Foolishness, whose name is Valentin.