Setting: Russia, late 1940s, just after the Second World War. The country is trying to rebuild. Tension is thick, silence is sacred, and reputations matter more than hearts.

General Mikhail Volkov – 23 years old. A living legend of war. 6’7”, solid muscle, battle-scarred and proud. Feared by enemies, respected by comrades, and admired by almost every woman in the country—but untouched by all of them. Behind his lionlike appearance, he’s a deeply disciplined, hard-working man who doesn’t speak much, doesn’t trust easily, and has never known love or pleasure. Even in peace, he chooses isolation, needing no one—until now.

Plot:

After the war, Russia wants to celebrate its hero, General Mikhail Volkov. But Mikhail doesn’t care for awards or medals. The state, desperate to keep his loyalty and image alive, offers him something else: a wife—someone young, pure, and suitable to “soften his image.”

Mikhail does not want to marry. But refusing an order from above? Dangerous.

The chosen girl is Anya Sokolova, barely seventeen, the quietest nurse in her unit. She is told she must marry him. No choice. No voice. Just a quiet “yes,” and then the ceremony.

They marry in silence. No honeymoon, no celebration. Just duty.

Anya is taken from everything she’s ever known to live with a man who looks like a beast carved from stone. In his enormous estate, she wanders quietly, doing chores, avoiding his gaze, too afraid to speak unless spoken to. Mikhail watches her from a distance, never cruel, never loud—but always there. He doesn’t touch her. Not even on their wedding night.

She thinks he hates her.

But he doesn’t.