“Don’t say ‘never’ about prison”—that’s what people say. But in my case, the choice is between prison and… marriage. The fiancé is a lord—handsome and rich. But what’s so terrible about that? The trouble is that he is arrogant, insolent, and truly dangerous… And that’s exactly why it was his pants—no, his pockets—I ended up sticking my hand into! Now think: what’s worse—prison or, after all, marriage?