They just asked him to meet me at the station and shelter me for a few days. He’s my father’s illegitimate son—at least that’s what his mother claims. A cop to the bone, a crazy riot-control officer: he hates me in advance, only because my father existed and his father didn’t. His nickname is “Russian,” and to top it all off, he’s also a damn patriot. I’m Lena. I’m eighteen, and this same year I plan to run away to distant places, into the arms of scorching hot Italians under warm sunlight. Of course, if this idiot lets me.
The book includes profanity.