“Since your mother dared to run away from me before the wedding, I will marry you, Chris,” my stepfather Foma Dmitrievich says hoarsely.
“I need a wife and a lover in one person. I’m already too old to keep sorting through women. I want to settle down. And you suit me even more than your mother.”
I don’t believe my ears. Belgorodsky is going to drag me into the registry office?! He’s old enough to be my father!
“But first you need to learn a few things. Here—take it. This is my pre-wedding gift to you.”
I glance at the cardboard rectangle, and it’s as if boiling water splashes over me. My stepfather decided to send me to training in deep throat techniques.
I demonstratively tear up the certificate and burn it with a hateful look.
Never. For anything. This jerk won’t get me!