Yaroslav Knyazev is an outstanding foreign cardiothoracic surgeon and a vivid representative of the type of man for whom women are ready for anything. The trouble is—he’s unimaginably out of reach. Probably the demands are so high that in our country nobody can meet them. That’s why he walks around so angry and dissatisfied, snapping at people in the operating room, so you just want to shove a scalpel somewhere into him…
Did I need him? Only in a nightmare! But that nightmare suddenly became real, and I couldn’t wake up. Because once I came to in a hospital bed, they showed me my passport—with a new last name…