Autumn in St. Petersburg is rainy and gloomy and does not dispose to dreamy. So I, returning home from work in the evening, did not even think that one chance meeting at the intersection would turn my whole life upside down. And a real fairy tale will happen to me, albeit scary in places, but, like all fairy tales, with a good ending. Even if I am not Beauty, but my Beast is also not a prince, but there is a villain, and abduction, and of course, a miraculous salvation. So, I get off the subway...