Mine by Contract

“Artem, I need money. Big money.”
“How much?” the man raised his eyebrow and handed me a pen and paper. I frantically wrote the amount I needed and gave it to Artem.
“Alright, I’ll give you that sum,” he replied without hesitation.
“Thank you. I’ll work it off and I’ll pay back as soon as I get the chance.”
“No need. Consider it a wedding gift.”
“A wedding…?”
“Wedding, Rita. I need a wife, and you’ll be her.”