He was immeasurably happy—as happy as a person can be. His whole life lay ahead, and he knew for certain that he would live every bit of it with his beloved—Alya, Angelina, his Angel! Before the wedding they flew to Turkey, and when they returned, on the way from the airport their car got into an accident. Alya died, and Sasha plunged into darkness. But this turned out to be not the beginning of the end—as he had first thought—but the beginning of a story of terrible betrayal, the temptation of immense money, overcoming himself, and… a love story so many-sided, so unpredictable, yet all-conquering…