“Savva, what are your plans for this Saturday at eleven in the morning?”
“I’m going to heat the bathhouse. Then—barbecue, and I’ll put the old samovar on the fire.”
“And if I ask you to play at my fiancé’s ZAGS ceremony—will you agree? I have money. I’ll pay!”
“Really?” He swept the girl with a mocking look. “Luba, and if instead of money I ask for something else?”
“Who do you think you are? A rude boor!”
“I know. So what? Will you listen to my terms?”
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She came to him to break free from the forced wedding and asks for help.
And he responds with a counteroffer—setting an absurd condition for her. But will he stop there?
Where it’s freezing, feelings are real. He’s from Siberia. And he sets the rules.