Makar Yartsev is wealthy, handsome, calculating, and cruel. That’s what everyone says who has met him even once. He has one weakness—his heir. A little girl whom I snatched out from under the wheels of the car rushing toward her. We’ve never met, but… his baby looks at the world through my eyes—seeing me as I squint my freckled nose and suffer from a deficit of attention. She is five years old—exactly as old as I’m trying to escape from that terrifying past.