Ivan Dubov dreams of a family and children, but he will never have his own. Ivan just lives the way he knows how—hard to surprise and hard to throw off track.
He comes home from a business trip and in his house finds a pretty stranger and two little twin girls. Fine, if it were only that—but the stranger attacks him with a pepper spray!
Such an event would throw anyone off their balance—even a thick-skinned man like Ivan Dubov!
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— Who are you?! — a huge, angry man stands in the entryway of my house.
He’s dressed in jeans and a sheepskin coat left open. His face is unshaven and angry. His hair is disheveled.
The man is incredibly tall—like some kind of yeti.
— I don’t like to repeat myself twice, — his voice is irritated.
Maternal instinct kicks in—protect my children at any cost. He must not be allowed to go further into the house. I need to drive him away.
— Who are you and what do you need here? — rage bursts out of me. And right away I add quickly: — Just leave my house. Immediately. Please.
His lips twist into a nasty smirk.
— Your house? Lady, you’ve made a big mistake.