“That’s my daughter,” cold eyes look at me without emotion. “I’m taking her.” Demid Shakhov burst into my life unexpectedly. He believes that I stole his daughter at birth. For him, I’m a thief. A criminal. And I don’t know what happened on the day my daughter was born. I only know one thing—I can’t do without Dashka. And for her I’m ready for anything: for example, to offer this man everything I have, without holding anything back, just to have the right to see how my daughter grows. There is HE!!!! Secrets of the past Confrontation of the heroes