My husband left me. The doctors said I’m infertile. But I don’t agree with the verdict of fate! A new life is beginning for me, because in 80 days I have to find a new husband, get married, get pregnant… It turned out not in quite the right order: I found a job, got pregnant, and now the remaining “little things” are all that’s left—marry off (make my boss marry me) this powerful bore Odintsov. You think it won’t work? Well, we’ll see! I see my goal—I don’t see obstacles!