The Fatal Mistake of Detective Fedotov

Once upon a time I brushed her off very rudely. Because she was an eighteen-year-old brat, and I was a serious, adult, twenty-four-year-old police officer.

She got offended and disappeared from my life, promising that I would regret it…

I didn’t regret anything.

And I hoped I’d never see her again.

Back then I didn’t know how determined offended eighteen-year-old brats can be.

And I didn’t know how badly I was mistaken.

It was fatal, just like that…

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From the author: All books in the series can be read independently and in any order!