He promised to give me a wedding dress, but fate arranged otherwise: he was swept away to faraway Khabarovsk, and I stayed in Moscow.
After half a year, he stopped answering my letters and disappeared. Back then, it felt like my heart was shattered to pieces.
Ten years later, fate intervened again—we bumped into each other in a small café by the cold sea.
Now he’s a thriving businessman, and I’m a fugitive hiding from an influential monster who called himself the Patron.
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Artist: Tatyana Georgieva