“Where are the children coming from?!” the boss shouts down the entire hallway. I turn around, and my stomach knots up in a knot. Down the wide corridor of our hotel, Polya and Vova are playing tag with screams and bright, ringing laughter. Damn it, damn it, damn it! I need to hide—quickly! Before I get into Polya’s line of sight… But it’s too late. “Mommy!”—she cries loudly, rushes past my boss, and throws herself into my arms. Dinar narrows his eyes and smoothly approaches us with the gait of a predator. “Is that your daughter, Nastya? Mine. Ours.” Six years ago I was madly in love. I dreamed of getting married, having children, but my beloved chose a career over me. And years later, fate brought us together again—only now I’m his subordinate. And he has a wonderful daughter growing up too—one he refused himself, passing a money envelope for an abortion to her through her mother…