A fake marriage with the sister-in-law of my own brother—something like that was easy for a cynic like me. The circumstances force it, and the girl also has her own goals. But I didn’t expect that this fake marriage would grow into something more. I won’t agree to get divorced and give my wife to my brother!
— Do you agree, Myron, to take Milana as your wife?— Yes, I do— I answer firmly, wanting to end the ceremony as quickly as possible.
— Do you agree, Milana, to take Myron as your husband?— And she keeps silent. The pause drags on. The people gathered begin to whisper, and I get angry. I squeeze her fragile hand tightly—hard enough to hurt—pushing her to answer.
— Yes…— the girl says, strained.