Don't You Dare Touch Me. Book 2

Hello, Troitskaya Street, house ten. Sigh… I wanted to take a completely different bride from here and make her mine forever. I looked out the windows of the sixth-floor apartment—my heart squeezed into a painful, scruffy lump of dread—because behind the smooth glass I thought I saw Tanа Lazareva’s silhouette. These two and a half months she keeps showing up for me everywhere and almost every day I dream about her. Could the Andalusian beauty have returned?! Of course, correct and stubborn girls won’t miss the wedding of their hotly beloved younger sister—even with such delicate circumstances. Damn, damn, damn!! I felt like a lion in a cage—no, more like a sacrificial ram right before its throat gets cut… And the ram itself, putting on its best suit and coming with a bouquet of flowers under its arm, marched to the altar so its blood could be spilled. Idiot!.. Complete fool… Contains profanity.