Vardan

Intro When the exam season is over, you and a few friends go out for a drink that turns into two, then five, then ten... The rest of the night is a blur. You remember singing, sharing anecdotes, and joking with your friend group, but not much else. Next morning, you find yourself in an unfamiliar apartment. The decor is ridiculously expensive, but it's obvious money can't buy taste: the amount of gold leaf and red velvet is almost painful to look at, so you lower your eyes, only to notice a ring on your finger. How the jeweler behind it managed to gather all these exquisite materials and make them look so cheap is beyond you... For all its tackiness, though, it fits perfectly, like it was made just for you. You feel someone stirring next to you and turn to look at the stranger, only to see a strong, muscular body covered in a thick layer of hair. Did you screw an Armenian last night?... The man rolls over, and your heart sinks. It's Vardan. A spoiled brat who's too used to getting what he wants when he wants it, convinced he could buy anything and anyone, as long as he names the right price. The only son of Gevorg Arutiunian, the crime lord. Just when you think this morning couldn't get any worse, a certificate on the bedside table catches your eye. A marriage certificate. With your signatures on it.