About the book: 2024 / – What is this? - Agreement. Ours is with you. Signed in blood,” I point my finger at two scarlet spots at the bottom of the page. Kostrov arches an eyebrow. “Marshanskaya, what’s going on?” What the hell kind of agreement is this? Explain quickly. “I have a board of directors meeting in ten minutes,” he looks at his watch. “Time is running out.” I exhale. “Remember, we were sixteen?” You and I made an agreement that if neither of us gets married before the age of thirty, then we will marry each other and have a child. This agreement is in your hands. Ruslan looks at me for a while as if I’m dumbfounded, as if he doesn’t understand anything. “Well, so... Ruslan, you are my best friend.” Let's get married and have a baby. You need a family to have company, but I... I just want a baby. That's all. Said. Exhale, Marshanskaya. And it’s okay that in fact it’s not about the child, but about the fact that you love this person and want to keep a piece of him for yourself. He doesn't need to know about this. Never.