“Answer me, Larina!”—“I’m not Larina, I’m Kozlovskaya!” I snap, writhing in his arms. “Let go!”—“Kozlovskaya, only for a moment. I’ll let you go when you tell me the truth, little liar.” “You should’ve thought about that when you climbed under the skirt of that girl!” I roar, not planning to give up. “You didn’t deserve to know the truth, Igor—nor to see… ” I bite back my tongue to keep from saying too much. “Go on, then… ”—“Never!” Six years ago he traded me for his career, and I… I gave birth to his daughter by that unbearable man—one he must never find out about!”