— Arthur, my name is Yaroslava. I’m your… With strong hands he turned the chair. Words froze on my tongue. I was staring into Arthur Sedakov’s dark, impenetrable eyes, and couldn’t believe it was really him.
— I don’t need a nanny, — he said roughly, throwing me an irritated look. He didn’t even recognize me! Of course, how could he! What did he say back then? Who am I?! Who is he and who am I?!
— Leave.
— I was paid for you, and I always do my part of the deal. So you’ll have to put up with me.
— My case will be an exception. You can keep the money. Get out, — he hissed, narrowing his eyes.
— Out! — he snapped, waving at the door.
***
He became my first man. Arthur Sedakov—an autodidact, a doctor who performs miracles. Once I needed his help, but he only played with me.
And now it depends only on me whether he’ll be able to return to a full life, or remain trapped in a wheelchair forever.