Energetic and unbelievably talented singer from Bulgaria Poli Genova always knew that music wouldn't be the only occupation of hers, because destiny would bring her new and new surprises and unforeseen situations almost every day...One day she'd be invited to a culinary show, the other day she'd be asked to read a short passage from her favorite book at a kids' festival, or she'd be asked to be a host of some new show...and she would sit and think what she wants to pick today. This is how the singer's flamboyant life was getting more colors and Poli was extremely happy about it. Though she wasn't the only one to jump in her sit because of it. Hundreds of her fans around the world were basically living on her social media, waiting for news or pictures to come up and casting lots of warm compliments upon her. And, of course, they wouldn't miss an opportunity to invite Poli to their country, city, village etc. And this time, thanks to her sense of adventure and stage friends, Poli will discover completely unexpected and unexplored role for herself, and soon you'll find out more about it.

A fer months after Eurovision Poli unexpectedly loses her voice. Well, not that unexpectedly. She just became a victim of a very widespread enemy of all singers. Rehearsals, Eurovision, endless parties, crowds of fans, concerts and other stuff were just tearing poor Poli apart. You can't even count how many times she would go out on stage with that wide and beautiful smile of hers and she would completely and utterly give all her energy and love to the audience, singing this iconic "Ooooh, dai mi lyobovta!" line again and again and again.

People were constantly wondering how she manages to always stay so positive and, what's more, spread this energy all over the place. But, who cares? It's not that necessary for them to know it, because that's why they love her. When Poli was a little girl she learned one simple life lesson from her grandmother - "the audience doesn't care what you really feel inside. You are an artist, that's why you should bring the light no matter what". And all her life Poli remembered these words. Her grandmother was absolutely right, however a few weeks of insanely hard work broke the stone on which this rule was carved. During this whole time Poli's been suffering from an unbearable pain in her throat, as if a hundred of well-sharpened knifes were stacked into it, but the singer wasn't the one to give up that easily, that's why she continued to perform, pushing the pain into a small drawer with a metal lock. But one morning she woke up and realized that her vocal cords were no longer under her control.

She was devastated and for a long time she just sat in her apartment, locked up from everything and everyone. For the sake of the treatment she even had to cancel a few of her concerts and interviews which was completely unacceptable for her. Poli got used to spending all her time outside of home, singing, socializing, helping people...and now she was forced to give it all up and spend her days trying to get her voice back by taking various medications and herbal potions.

One day Poli was surfing the Internet for boredom's sake and sipping yummy tea she brought from one of her trips from her favorite cup with little hearts. And suddenly she felt a strong urge to just get up and go out. She tossed her dressing gown away along with cozy pink slippers, and put on her favorite ripped jeans, tank top and sneakers. She also put on some mascara, winked to herself in the mirror and she was absolutely ready for new adventures.

After having been locked for a good amount of days, the doors of her apartment opened and shiny and smiley Poli Genova was out to conquer the world. It was the day when, without any explanations, she went and rented a small building. Friends and family couldn't understand what was happening and what she came up with this time, but the singer would refuse to tell anything until a nice pinkish-blue sign appeared on the entrance - "Eurolove. Marriage agency".

Poli was standing outside of the building and she was smiling proudly to herself. She felt that she can do it. Poli was sure that her idea would have a great outcome. But there was one unsolved problem that she was facing at the moment – she had to find partners.

That perky smile of hers was instantly replaced by a confused look. Poli scratched her shaved head, all lost in thoughts, and then took her phone out of the pocket to look up her contacts, hoping there would be at least someone who would agree to help. Hardly had she time to press the Unblock button, the screen of her phone lit up and a nice tune could be heard from one tiny speaker. She could see the callers name and a picture of herself hugging Amir. Genova smiled and accepted the call.

- Amir! Hello! - she shouted with almost recovered voice after a long period of keeping her mouth shut and taking loads of medications.

- Hey, Poli! How are you? I haven't heard anything from you in a long time. Is everything okay?

- Oh, everything's okay and even better! - she replied with joy and with a smirk appearing on her cute face she continued, - Amir, what are you up to this week?

- Oh, I'm very ve-e-ery busy! - answered Amir sarcastically, which evidently upset Poli for a moment, and after a short pause he continued, - Hey! Chin up! I can hear you, you know?

It was true, Poli really got a little upset and she said with a sigh:

- No, it's okay, I was just... - but she was suddenly interrupted by a frenchman:

- I'm going to be in Sofia with a concert these days, we could catch up!

As if electrical shock these words stroke thought the Bulgarian's body and a smile formed on her face once again. Poli was as excited as that one time in London when she and Amir were singing together and she basically crushed him in her embrace.

- Aaaaaaamir, I adore you! I have so much to tell you about! I have an excellent idea, and I know that you are going to love it and you will be able to help me! - excitedly jabbered blonde while on the other end of the line Amir was enjoying hearing her voice. - For how long are you planning to stay in Sofia? - and the flow of a sweet sound of her voice stopped. There was no answer.

- Hello? Amir? You're there?

- Oh, umm, yes! Yes! Sorry! - woke up from his dream Haddad. - I'm planning on staying for a few days..you know, to see the city.. - he was making up his answers as best as he could.

- Awesome! - yelled Poli once again, - I will show you around, but then you're going to help me! Okay, go pack your stuff, but pack a bit more than you planned, you'll have to stay way longer. Oh, for god's sake, just move in with me!

Amir could hardly follow the unstoppable flow and tempo of his friend's speech, having time only to say something like "umm..", "wait wh...".

- Okay! Okay! - could finally say a word the frenchman. - But about moving in situation..you weren't serious, were you? And what is this all about, huh?

- Haha, you can't ask me any questions, - teased Poli, - I'll tell you everything when we meet. There's no way I'm telling you anything right now.

- Oh. My. God. You're such a tease, Genova! - he played her card.

- Okay, I gotta go! Mwah mwah! See ya! - the girl hurried to finish the call to avoid any further questions. She put her phone back into the pocket and once again looked at the sign on the building, and breathing in fresh summer air she looked up to the sky and wished that everything works out just fine.

Having finished the phone call, Amir sat on the windowsill and with a dreamy look on his McDreamy face was replaying his conversation with Poli in his head over and over again. Soon nostalgia took over him and he went back to the beginning of May, to the time of his life that he had during Eurovision. Since that time Amir knew that there's no point arguing with the adventuress that Poli Genova is. All he could do now was to just accept the offer and dive into magical and unexplored word of her mind. The speed with which she generated different ideas amazed everyone at the contest. Maybe that was the reason why everyone tried to stay close to her no matter where they were – sightseeing, going shopping or just chit-chatting. Poli was an epicenter of positivity. Everybody knew that if they heard a ringing laughter it must've belonged to the shiny Bulgarian who was probably in the middle of telling someone her amazing stories.