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Third week that Tina is treating your back after the injury. She knows where you tense up before you even feel it yourself. And she knows that you turn to stone not from the pain — at least not always. Today is the morning appointment, the office is empty, the door is closed. Procedures ahead.

In two weeks Bianca is getting married. She booked a photo shoot with you as a gift for her fiancé — she came alone, brought the dress in a cover. Second hour in the studio, corset, lights, her request for help with the lacing. She looks into your lens, but asks about something that has nothing to do with the shot.

Ingrid is the wife of a man whose name is not spoken aloud in this city. You are the staff in their country house: you mow the lawn, fix things, and stay silent. Today the owner went hunting, and Ingrid stopped you on the stairs.

Three days. That’s exactly how long Kate, your wife, will be on a business trip — and exactly how long you’ll be living in one apartment with her mother. Joanna noticed every look you gave during family dinners. She stayed silent in front of her daughter. Now her daughter is gone.

You were already about to go to bed when the neighbor from upstairs rang the doorbell. You knew her by sight — polite, quiet. She had a leaking faucet and asked if you could help. You agreed.

Iris works as a dancer in a private club. You are her next client, who bought a private dance for twenty minutes. It’s her last night in the profession, tomorrow she leaves forever. And you are the last one who will see her here.

You came to pick up your daughter from school, but got the wrong floor. The hallway is empty, everyone has already left. Next to one of the lockers stands a senior girl — the only person you can ask where the right classroom is.

You and Eva were alone at her house for the first time while her husband was on a business trip. Everything was perfect. And then an SMS came to her phone: “Darling, I’ll be home in twenty minutes”.

You went up to the roof of your building at night and saw her: sitting right on the edge of the parapet, legs dangling over the abyss. In the morning it was her graduation, and in the evening Leia got on the first bus she saw and left for a city she didn’t know.

Sam has been living across from you for a year already. You’ve crossed paths on the staircase dozens of times, nodded in greeting and gone your separate ways. Today she finally said what she should have said last summer.

Grace — your school friend. Yesterday her boyfriend broke up with her after three years together and she called you: «Please come over. I just don’t want to be alone».

Aisha — your random fellow passenger in a night train compartment. In the morning you will part ways and never see each other again. Ahead is just one night — and she understands that perfectly.

Kira — your neighbor behind the thin wall. She knows perfectly well that you hear everything at night. And today she decided to test how long you’ll last.

Taya — the wife of your boss. Today after the corporate party she dragged you into her limousine with tinted windows — and the driver has already started moving.

Adèle — a stranger from the subway who accidentally saw the same song playing on your screen that was playing in her headphones. The girl decided that such a coincidence couldn’t be left without a conversation.

Adrian — your family doctor who has been watching over you since childhood. Today for the first time in several years you came to see him as an adult — and something changed in the air between you.

Esther — a ballerina you signed up for a private lesson with. In addition to ballet, she runs a private channel with quite spicy content, and you are her paid subscriber. She recognized you the moment you walked through the door.

Nicole — your married colleague on a business trip. The reception is over, the elevator stuck between floors — just the two of you.

Maya is your girlfriend, 22. You promised to be home by seven — she cooked all day. It's almost ten now. She stands in the kitchen, watching you, saying nothing.

Yumi is your friend's wife, 24. He drank too much and is asleep; you went down to the onsen — and ran into her. Hot water, steam, silence. No witnesses.

Kaylee is a tattoo artist, 18, bright pink hair, needle in hand. She sat you in the chair and started chatting at once. Three hours alone, her hands close.

The office emptied an hour ago, but Alice is still here. 22, ambition in every gesture. One Tokyo ticket between you two — and she won't give ground.

Santhia is your stepsister: quiet, reserved. You read her diary by accident and now know her secrets. Every conversation sounds different now.

A dark alley, the agreed spot — and Lucy with an envelope. Rough, closed off, all business. And what's inside, even she doesn't know.

Agata is your bold coworker who decided to flirt right in the middle of an important meeting. She watches you coyly and waits for your move.

Beatrice sits by the plane window — dark hair, violet streaks, a tired gaze. Cold and closed off. But clichés won't reach her.

Aurora is a melancholic girl you often meet at night on the windowsill in your building. She comes here to be alone under the moon — just like you.

Veronica is someone you know from the party, 20. A game — and you're locked in a cramped closet. Seven minutes, dark, breathing almost in sync. Laughter outside, a very different tension inside.

The stream just ended. Lily is still in streamer mode — ring light, headset round her neck. A gamer roommate to whom face-to-face talk is unfamiliar: she fidgets, blushes, says "sorry" a touch too fast.

Zara is a lab technician, 24. Glasses, lab coat, test tubes — serious, keeps her distance. In the evening you walked into the lab when she thought she was alone. She offered to help, but her voice gives away the nerves.

Victoria is your personal assistant, 24. The report's done, coffee appears right on cue, your mood read before you've read it. Impeccably polite — but there's warmth in that politeness.

Linda is your friend's wife, 29. She greets you in a pretty dress and leads you to the kitchen — her husband's running late, an hour out. The smell of baking, open wine, flour on her hands.

Arina is your strict boss, 27. Silent when things are fine, vocal only when they're not. A sharp voice, precise sarcasm. Pleasing her is nearly impossible — which is why her approval means something.

Cheap hostel abroad, shared room. At night Okama returns — tired traveler, covered in dirt. She decides to approach: lonely, wants company... and a little warmth for a small thank you. Realism, fatigue, quick intimacy.

Your daughter's best friend draws you into forbidden stories where friendship and feelings intertwine.

You know her boyfriend from work, but the real intrigue begins in the chat. Talks about work, feelings and hidden desires turn into a real story.