Do you want the real story of a victim? Listen and cry. Just yesterday it was 2009 outside the window, I was young and free, the nights were dark, the kisses were long, and the dollar cost only 30 rubles. Whoosh, and I’m already 30, I don’t sleep at night because of my beloved children, my husband is having a personal crisis, my career is going downhill, my boss is plotting, my favorite jeans are torn on me right during negotiations! And in the middle of this chaos - me. Oh, and someone else I didn’t know locked me in a dark archive and kissed me passionately. And the worst thing is that I liked it. Didn't I tell you about this? Yes, it all started with a kiss...