Roman is waving at all the good people that are thrilled that he has gotten this award. John Kent believes deep in his heart that nobody like Roman should have this award, but he is too naive to have an opinion. For the last three years, Roman has been traveling to the poorest countries, where thousands of teenage girls would be taken by terrorist groups, and since the country was so poor, they didn't have the resources to bring the girls back to their families. Roman got information about the problem, and he immediately took it upon himself to bring them back. He took out money from his pocket– tens of millions– took only a hundred of his highly trained soldiers, and he annihilated the groups. Roman did this over many years throughout over fifteen countries, and he banned any news outlets from talking about it in the media. The people who knew about this wonderful thing that he did got together and nominated him for the award, and there was no objection. Roman banned them from

Never has Finna been locked up in her life, not even when she knocked that homeless woman down when she was eighteen. Her father bribed the police, and somehow the woman was blamed for walking so close to the road…Today, karma has finally caught up with her. She has been thrown behind bars, and she feels like crumbling into herself. The bars are cold and disgusting. She is sure that if there was any source of light, she would see that it's so full of germs. Her bladder is about to burst from being too full, but she would rather die than use the smelly toilet in the corner. She is wiping her eyes as she hugs herself and keeps telling herself it's okay. “Do you want us to call your family and inform them that you are going to be here for a while?” The police man calls out to her. “No!” She quickly objects. She hates it here, she doesn't want to spend another minute here, but she would rather not allow John to hear of this. Her husband is strict and would lose his mind if he fi

“The dragon general is a very busy man, sir. Why do you need his contact information.” Mister Beerson frowns. “Like I said, boy, it's none of your business. Are you scared that I am going to tell him that you have been lying around the city and that you are a big deal?” “I'm sorry, Mister Beerson, but the dragon general doesn't like us sharing his information with strangers.” Roman says. “How dare you call me a stranger, I am a guest in his house!” Mister Beerson roars. “I know that you are scared, but don't you worry. I will get my hand on his contact, and I will have you kicked out of that huge house that makes your head swell with so much pride!” Roman wants to throw his head back and laugh at this foolish man. The irony of the entire thing is that Mister Beerson is trying to report Roman to himself!Roman decides that this is going to be very amusing, so he takes out a pen and paper from his pocket and starts to write out an email address. “Listen, please, this is his email

After almost a month since Finna and her wicked husband closed the door of their home in her parents’ face, she decides to go and pay them a visit. She hasn't been to Stephanie's house before, so she was very very confused when she gets to the huge mansion – literally the biggest in the estate. She checks her phone, just to make sure that she is in the right place, and she is! She has heard how huge the mansion is, but she never imagined that it would be like this. The gateman opens the door to her. “Are you here to see the members of the Croft family?” “No, I'm here to see my parents. Mister and Missus Beerson.” “Ah, then you must walk a little while and turn left.” The man points. Seriously?! So, Stephanie really put her parents in the servants' quarters? She huffs, holding her bag properly as she starts the walk. She imagines that her parents are living in a very poor house, as punishment for how they treated Stephanie, but for the second time in less than thirty minutes,

Stephanie is happy with her life now, but for someone who has been traumatized by abject poverty and neglect in the last seven years, she would be stupid to relax in this fairy tale. It's true that she lives in a mansion now, her dear husband is back, and her daughter is living the life that she has been praying for, for her. She is still deep in her thoughts when Roman walks into the room. He is not an over-dresser, he is just in a simple black packet shirt, and black trousers, but he looks so handsome and formal. “How do I look?” Roman smiles. “As cute as a button.” she chuckles as she stands up. She gives him a kiss and then arranges his collar. “Where is my handsome husband heading to?” “To see a friend?” He shrugs. “Oh.” Her eyebrow rise. “I didn't know that you have any friends.” He laughs as his hand brush his eyebrow. “Yeah, I'm trying.” “Are you trying to get a job, Roman?” Roman stops. That's not a question that he was expecting from her. “Why? Do you want me to