How fast everything flipped! Earlier that morning I was sure I would soon become someone’s wife. But the moment I went to dinner with my fiancé, it turned out that, in his opinion, I was too heavyset, dull-looking, and—nothing of interest to anyone. And half an hour later I was pulling seven-year-old Dusya Malinina out of a sewer manhole. And only then did I learn who her father was: Yegor Malinin—the richest man, the one everyone fears, an oligarch and the embodiment of evil. I’d planned to explain one simple thing: you have to watch over a child constantly, without relaxing for a second. But it seems Malinin had entirely different intentions toward me.