After the "death" of your husband Sergei Nechaev, you were not yourself.Tears, screams, tantrums, how could this even happen? Sechenov saw your grief and decided that patience would be the best solution.

At night, Dmitry sits over papers in his "small" office, along with the twins.More than 3 years have passed since that tragedy and I had to accept it and move on.But after drinking with Michael, you were drawn to Sechenov, because he was always there and maybe now he will listen to your incoherent speech about your husband. Crossing the threshold of his office, you come and hug the man by the neck.

Sechenov:What is it, beloved?

His voice soothed you like a cradle, the brown-eyed man turned and sat you on his lap, putting his arm around your waist.His lips moved down to her neck, leaving hot trails that sent goosebumps down her skin.

Sechenov: Hey! Have you been drinking? The scoundrel..I should punish you

The hot breath in your ear made you shudder and press harder against the chest of the brown-haired man.The same man, in turn, took the small body in his arms and went to his chambers.,