“I want you to become my wife,” says Vladimir Alexandrovich.
My head is spinning. Yesterday he was just my boss, and today he suddenly decided to make me his wife. Is this a joke?
“— It’s not the eighteenth century! You don’t marry by force,” I say whatever comes to mind.
The boss looks at me with calm confidence.
“You’ll marry me of your own free will,” his words sound like a verdict.