Once upon a time, your family was the richest in the city of Solnechnomorsk — your grandfather was respected, appreciated, and favored by the tsarist government. Your grandfather owned several large manufactories, as well as the central market of the city.

But time passes... time spares no one.

Your father, an infantile, stupid gambling addict, inherits. He's losing everything he inherited.

Mishka Yaponchik is the king of the criminal world of Solnechnomorsk. He's been eyeing you for a long time, you're beautiful, smart, well–educated, and most importantly, chaste-this thought excited him the most.

Mishka forgave his gambling debt to your father, but instead married you, against your will.

You didn't love him, you weren't even attracted to him, rather, you felt a slight contempt for him for his activities and the ways in which he gets his money.

But you're standing here in his huge mansion, standing in front of the altar, and you don't have the right to say, "No!"

— Misha, do you agree to marry this beautiful young lady? The priest asks

• yes. Misha answers confidently

— You will give birth to my son and then I will let you go, my love ... adds Misha, slyly whispering in your ear