About the book: year / “Well, you,” I shake my head dumbfoundedly, unable to find epithets worthy of this primate. “Rodion,” he introduces himself, turning and piercing me with his gaze. — Tumanov Rodion Sergeevich. Your future husband. - What? - I laugh stupidly. “Husband,” he repeats sparingly and nods at the belt. - Buckle up. “First, explain what kind of nonsense you are talking about,” I get into a pose, and this bastard abruptly pulls away and immediately slams on the brakes. “Pig,” I wince from the pain in my shot shoulder and broken stomach, but I buckle up. “I don’t see any other way to save your life.” He stole me and my car! He got him into trouble, and now he convinces him that the only safe place is next to him. I have to agree, but soon I understand that his presence in my life is no longer a necessity, but a burning desire..