Be Mine

Oleg lived happily and carefreely, and he wasn’t planning to marry anytime in the foreseeable future. But only until he met the one for whom he was ready for anything: to give up his career, go against the whole world, and even—against his high-ranking relatives.

“Phew! I don’t care!” Oleg shouted; his vision darkened, something exploded within him, shattered into tiny splinters. “I said she’s mine! Already mine!”

“No one will let you marry her,” Fyodor barked, pointing out the obvious. “Neither our father, nor us, nor her relatives.”

“Yeah, go to hell!” Oleg flared up. “I’m trying to figure out how you’ll forbid it, but nothing comes to mind. Tell me—how?”