Taming the Shrew in the Village

“You’ve gotten a little off course, sweetheart.”
Matvey steps on me, frightening me with his pressure—though not as much as the forest around.
“Here they don’t care how much money you have on your card. The price is different.”
“What price? What are you talking about? I’m lost,” I try to say calmly.
“Then you should thank me and be glad that I also decided to go pick berries.”
A smile touches his juicy lips.
“How interesting,” I tap myself on the chin. “A few days ago you called me a spoiled rich girl and said you’ve never met anyone uglier. So now I should thank you?”
“Yes—and preferably on your knees…”
My dad sent me to the village to live with my aunt, hoping I’d come back a different person. He blocked my cards and accounts. He even sent my little one to a impound lot. But nothing—I'll make sure they regret sending me here. Me, Zlata Berezina—and I’m not afraid of those tractor drivers-combine operators! And they won’t tempt me! And it would be something to look at… though, apparently, there is… definitely there is…