"Her body! I need her body!" he said—and took me onto his yacht.
When I had nothing left—no home, no hope—my boss, Yaroslav Ratnikov, appeared. He knew about my hopeless situation and, like a devilish tempter, offered me a deal. I was to play the role of his fiancée during a two-week yacht trip. Ratnikov dictated the terms. He kept everything under control, leaving me only fear and the promise of payment.
But what price will I pay him by agreeing to this deal?