Divorce. Half an Hour Before Spring

“I never argue.” She tucked her hands behind her back.

— Why’s that? If you’re so sure you won’t fall for me, I’m betting a wager—somewhere in the nearby Moscow region. Hold out for a year and you’ll still end up with your own place.

— And if I lose?—it slipped out by itself. My legs were still trembling, and my lips kept tasting the insolent one’s.

He smirked as if he’d read the thoughts of the rebellious blonde.

— You’ll marry me.

Completely even, emotionless voice—as if it were obvious.

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Passion… Pain… Fear… One wrong step. An open heart to the wrong person. From bold and bright it can quickly turn into a gray mouse. Family life becomes hell until “He” appears. The past will reach out and restore faith in love.

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One-volume edition.