I wrinkle my nose. “Did Viktor make a good first impression at least?”
“Viktor wasn’t the man I was initially promised to,” she explains with a bitter laugh. “My father planned to marry me off to this ancient creep named Vladimir Solovev. He was an arthritic seventy-year-old with eight children and eleven grandchildren. I would have been his fourth wife.”
She actually laughs. “I was horrified. I also knew quite a bit about Vladimir Solovev. You see, his granddaughter and I were friends. And through her, I learned that dear old Vlad had a very specific kink. He only ever married virgins.”
From the smirk spreading across her face, it’s painfully clear that Mila was certainly not anything of the sort.
“So, when the Kuznetsovs were over for a little tete-a-tete with dear ol’ Daddy, I decid
