An Accidental Wife, or An Inheritance as a Gift

“And what will you do?”—a familiar voice sounded from around the corner. “Looks like a doctor.” “I’ll get married,” someone answered hoarsely. “And to whom?” “Anyone… I’ve finally made it to that same unfortunate corner and peeked around it. At that moment, a wonderful sight opened up before my eyes. A tall dark-haired Mr. ‘Awesome Butt,’ arguing with Oleg Viktorovich. Without meaning to, I gasped—and the one whose buttocks were replaced with a solid walnut suddenly turned toward me and said: ‘Then I’ll marry her. Will you marry me?’”