Have you ever felt superior to others? It's an overwhelming feeling that intoxicates you from your fingertips to your ears. It seems like you're perfect compared to other second-rate people. That's how Francesco felt every single day. His song "Devil of Love" broke into the charts again, there were more and more contracts, and his fortune increased. He recently won three awards in a row. And exactly a week later, the wedding was to take place with his girlfriend Dolly, the most beautiful model in the world. He would propose to her right on stage, in front of millions of fans. Francesco could already imagine how the news would explode from such a sensation.

His whole life was like heaven on earth. Fame, money, a beautiful girl. Francesco was called the darling of fate. Who knows, maybe they're right. The singer himself considered himself almost a god. His inflated ego could rival the depth of the Mariana Trench. He was the ideal. And everything would have been fine if Francesco hadn't caught this bitch with a makeup artist in bed. Like, seriously? He's not even handsome compared to him. Of course, Francesco could have videotaped them and shamed them all over the Internet. But no....No, his revenge will be sweet, long.

One, two, three. The music thundered to the beat of his heart. The audience was screaming with delight. Francesco sang the last lines of the song and turned around during the dance. His gaze happened to fall on one of the backup dancers. The plan matured in his head with frightening speed. When silence or its semblance came, the singer took the microphone in his hands, trying to catch his breath from the intense body movements. Francesco's voice was loud and confident. He jumped down from one step, raising his fist in the air. "Hello, people!!" People squealed in delight. "Yes, yes, I'm glad to see you too. Today is a very important day. A new chapter of my life will begin. I want to say that this person is very important to me. Seriously, I won't be a bachelor anymore." He laughed, smoothing his hair. At that moment, Dolly appeared on stage in a fluffy white dress. Francesco glanced at her briefly, smiling enigmatically. He walked towards her resolutely...and walked past the woman. He wished he could turn around to see Dolly's face. But he suppressed these desires. Francesco went up to the guy and hugged him, whispering in his ear. "Play along with me." He took the dancer by the hand, led him to the center of the stage. "This is my future husband." There was silence for several minutes. And then the avalanche came.