— My name is Yevgeniya, — I hissed like a cat. — And I’m not your housekeeper. I’m your daughter’s nanny and governess. And cooking isn’t part of my duties, got it?
Oh, Mommy… Did I say that out loud?
— I don’t care what you call yourself. I pay you. So do what you’re told.
— Personally, you don’t pay me! — I wrinkled my nose, but inside I wanted to step back and lean on the car.
Work for him?
No way!
I’m ready to run from here right now!
Everything that still holds me back is little Margoshka.
— What a demanding kind of servant has come today, — he smirked. — I haven’t even told you the amount yet. So how much are you worth, kitty?