“Since you have such plans for me, you simply must marry me,” says Arkhip.
“No, I don’t owe you anything! And I’m planning to reconsider my plans!”
“You won’t find a better candidate!” Arkhip declares smugly.
“Why’s that?”
“Because my family has a—uh—ideal gene pool!”
I want a child, Zemtsov wants me. We drive each other crazy, but we’re drawn to each other like minus and plus. I avoid serious relationships, and Arkhip has set himself the goal of pulling me into one. I’d be happy to resist— but how can I fight against this gene pool of the Zemtsovs…?”