About the book: 2022 / - Who did you bring? - growls Vorontsov, the man who, according to his henchman, got me pregnant. “A surrogate mother,” the Lizard stutters. — A surrogate mother? — Vorontsov grins, looking at me with a disgusted look. - Is she even eighteen? “Twenty,” I mutter to myself. - She will not be any kind of surrogate mother. Take it back to where you brought this miracle from! “It’s too late,” I whisper back to him and catch an angry look on myself. - I'm already pregnant.