Olesia Glazunova

Every princess has something special. Some have talking mirrors, some have magic carpets, and others even have a pet griffin. Every princess has something to brag about, except for me - because my father, the King, has no clue where to find me a real dragon. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to handle it myself! Wait! Why did nobody warn me about the trouble?!

What could a student artist and an ambitious head of a construction company have in common? This was the question Sonya kept asking herself, after spending several days drawing portraits of this charismatic Yeti. "What charmed me about her? I just couldn't figure it out," wondered the driven and serious man, whose thoughts were constantly consumed by the talented and spontaneous girl. Humor, summer, love, Odesa...

Her job is to create celebrations for others, to bring joy and smiles. But Zhenya forgot the last time she genuinely felt joy or smiled herself. To everyone, she's perfect, strong, ambitious, but it's all just a mask she hides behind. Hiding so no one sees her tears, no one learns of her weakness. Only HE truly knows her, only HE sees the real her. But how can she get back the one she let go and hurt? How can she find happiness and the real herself again?

Once, Solomiia dreamed of him; he was her childhood crush. But to him, she was just his best friend's younger sister. How desperately she wished back then that Eduard would notice her. Now, she's grown up and changed, but does she really need a womanizer who probably can't love anyone but himself? For Eduard, Solokha was always just a small, freckled, red-haired girl he loved to tease and protect. Who would have thought she'd change so much, becoming so beautiful, important, and essential to Ed? Can he change her mind about him? Will he prove the sincerity and seriousness of his intentions?

Zlata – He just makes me crazy! His presence drives me crazy! His voice! His red hair! Why do I react to him like this? Why do I look for him in a crowd? Why do I want to hear his compliments and see my reflection in his eyes? Kostiantyn – She's crazy! Wild, fiery, restless! Her sharp tongue wounds no less than a weapon, but why do I want to hear her sarcastic words? Why am I ready to put up with all the antics of this wasp? Why can't I take my eyes off her?

MARY: Hooray! Vacation! Well, hold on. Some people get to rest, while others spend their summer holidays slaving away at work from dawn till dusk, when they could be lounging on the coast. But somehow, the thought of that vacation isn't so appealing when you have such an attractive builder nearby, ready to fulfill your every whim. Oops, did he hit his finger with a hammer? Did he paint the floor three times? Well, renovation is a slow process. Don’t push the horses! MAX: How could I have gotten myself into this mess? What devil possessed me to say I knew anything about renovations? I’d be warming my back in Monaco right now, but instead, I'm stuck renovating a lyceum. But for the sake of her eyes, I'm ready to learn what pliers are, paint the entire floor, and whitewash the ceiling.

Who ever heard of dragons paying taxes, let alone a billionaire dragon? And why does a royal treasurer have to deal with it? If only the queen hadn't spent everything on her fancy pigeons, King Demetrius wouldn't have to collect taxes from dragons.