He came to my bedroom at four in the morning and did not ask.
Anya Andreyevna is twenty-four years old. She is the younger sister of Mira Volkova — the wife of one of
the larger criminal families operating in the European half of the Russian Federation — and she has spent
fourteen months refusing to be a part of that family.
Until the Sokolovs come for her at four in the morning at her flat in Moscow.
Mikhail Sergeyevich Volkov gets to her first.
He is thirty-six. He is her sister's husband's second-in-command. He has watched her for fourteen months at
family dinners across long tables — and has never said a word she would forgive him for if he did.
Tonight, he picks her up out of her own bed in her dressing gown, puts her in the back of a black car, and
drives her seven hundred kilometers to St Petersburg before she has finished asking him whose authority he
is acting on.
It will be three weeks at the bar above three flights of stairs near the canal.
Three weeks of Tatyana on the till, of Volodya at the bottom of the stairs, of pelmeni she will learn to roll in a
kitchen she will learn to love.
Three weeks of a man who is harsh in the bedroom and kind in the kitchen and has, for fourteen months,
been making the kind of careful flat low Russian list of every uninteresting thing she has ever liked.
By the end of week three, she will marry him.
By the end of week four, she will know why.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Anya Andreyevna is twenty-four years old. She is the younger sister of Mira Volkova — the wife of one of
the larger criminal families operating in the European half of the Russian Federation — and she has spent
fourteen months refusing to be a part of that family.
Until the Sokolovs come for her at four in the morning at her flat in Moscow.
Mikhail Sergeyevich Volkov gets to her first.
He is thirty-six. He is her sister's husband's second-in-command. He has watched her for fourteen months at
family dinners across long tables — and has never said a word she would forgive him for if he did.
Tonight, he picks her up out of her own bed in her dressing gown, puts her in the back of a black car, and
drives her seven hundred kilometers to St Petersburg before she has finished asking him whose authority he
is acting on.
It will be three weeks at the bar above three flights of stairs near the canal.
Three weeks of Tatyana on the till, of Volodya at the bottom of the stairs, of pelmeni she will learn to roll in a
kitchen she will learn to love.
Three weeks of a man who is harsh in the bedroom and kind in the kitchen and has, for fourteen months,
been making the kind of careful flat low Russian list of every uninteresting thing she has ever liked.
By the end of week three, she will marry him.
By the end of week four, she will know why.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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