About the book: year / - Who was it? - an icy voice comes from behind me. “It’s none of your business, Makar,” I don’t even turn towards the guy. “If you forgot, then let me remind you,” he jerks him around to face him. “You are my bride, Makarova.” “And if you forgot, then let me remind you now.” I’m a fictitious bride. “At least once more I see this freak next to you, these are very interesting photographs,” he chuckles, “you know what kind, this time not only our group will see, but the entire university.” What about the university, there are many public sites on the Internet where such piquant photographs will be scattered. You will gain fame quickly. “Freak,” I hit his chest with my palms. “I was still a moral monster.” What kind of idiot did you have to be to fall in love with you?.