To marry blindly—this is my case! The main thing is not to mix up the groom…
A year ago, my adoptive parents arranged a marriage for me in absentia. Finally, I arrived in Moscow to carry out their wishes and get married. But who would have known that the man I’m marrying has an adult son—his young copy. About such things, one should warn you, Mr. Engrin! Otherwise, don’t be surprised when your offspring is mistaken for you—and, at the same time, given what you paid so dearly for…
And there’s one more nuance: the son has absolutely no idea that his father is going to marry an 18-year-old girl from the provinces—that is, me.