Either you transfer the business and the dacha to my mother, or there will be no wedding!” the groom declared, as though it were a business deal.

Vera poured herself a coffee and walked over to the window. Dawn was only just breaking, yet her head was already swarming with thoughts about the day ahead. First up was a meeting with a supplier, then a review of the accounting reports, and after lunch—​a call with a client from Tver. Her schedule was […]

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