Flight game. BRICS H.

The absurd accident introduced me to the future player of the national team of Canada. His name, Theodore, was on the lips of every second girl in the country, but for some reason it was I who was unlucky to become an object of his attention. No matter how I avoid meeting him, the Universe now and then pushed us. His persistence, his tenacious look and that photo without a T -shirt left me no chance. Not a binding intrigue with a handsome hockey player seemed to me not such a bad idea. However, it was worth only once to succumb to the temptation, as I understood: I need more. I still need. I need Theodore. All without a trace. But I perfectly understood when my fall into the abyss began...