“I’m a decent Caucasian girl. And you keep your hands to yourself, understand?” “All right,” he nodded briefly. “You want it Caucasian-style—so be it, it’ll be Caucasian-style.” “What will happen?” I threw my eyes open. “We’ll get married, Karine. After all, in the Caucasus, a woman’s opinion isn’t taken into account? I’ll kidnap you and take you away.” “And you’d better not resist, sunshine. Enjoy yourself!” One unbearable type announced that he was going to marry me. And he didn’t care at all about all traditions and rules! Well then. Let’s see if you can handle someone like me…