Lucky marriages are made in heaven. And the marriages of his subjects—Lord Dark Mortarranges them personally! Everyone says it’s a blessing, and now that blessing has reached me.
I don’t want to be married anymore! Especially not to another world, especially not to some gloomy type with a haughty face and a grin—the embodiment of a nightmare! But the decision is made, and invitations to a wedding have already been sent out for me.
The future husband grinds his teeth, and I really miss a hammer for educational purposes.
If a Russian woman doesn’t want to get married, she won’t go there! Or—at least—she will leave very quickly…