— Natasha, are you really not getting it? Those bastards had a knife. They could have killed you. Don’t you understand?
— Would you be upset? — I snapped back, hot with anger.
My ex-husband let out a slow, heavy breath.
— Natasha, this isn’t Moscow. This is Istanbul. Do you understand?
— There’s one thing I can’t figure out: where did you come from here?
— I came for you, my dear!
I quit my old job and went to Turkey to teach Russian. At first everything seemed almost perfect—until my new life brought my ex-husband into it. General Goryunov announced he was going to marry me again, and obedience—was his first “order.”