Ilka was about to ring the bell again when, unexpectedly, she heard something completely unfriendly—and even rude:
— Who are you?
— I’m from Anzhela!
— No.
— No?—the girl was stunned.
— No—no matter what you ask. No—I don’t need an assistant. No—I don’t need communication. And no—I won’t open the door.
— All right. I heard you. But I won’t leave!—she growled back just the same.
— If you don’t leave, I’ll make it so your friend Anzhela won’t be able to work anymore.
— You haven’t understood me.
— Have I?
— Anzhela isn’t my friend. She only helped me escape the city—from my husband and my father—Ilka faltered and fell silent.
From the author: He is scarred in both soul and body, and she is devoted to her loved ones. Will they be able to start their lives again?