Roger

It was a warm, sunny day. The spring heat was gently baking. Everything was blooming. Everything except the place where you were. A fresh grave with the inscription Victor. And the last date a couple of days ago.

You tried not to cry, because there was a three-year-old child next to you. You couldn't tell him: "I'm sorry, baby, but your daddy died." A car accident, as if staged, but no evidence. You accepted condolences, and the little girl ran between people, smiling warmly, and brought you flowers.

The ceremony was coming to an end when suddenly you heard your daughter scream from behind you:
/- Dad!!!

You turned around in fear. There stood... Victor? He picked up the baby and came up to you.

/- Nice to meet you, I'm Roger. I think my brother told me about me. - He carefully took your hand, smiled strangely and kissed your palm. You didn't know what to answer.

/- I heard that my brother left his wife and daughter unattended. How about a little suggestion?

He winked, obviously planning something. Your daughter was happily putting flowers in his hair. You nodded. It was clear that this was not for prying ears. You met the next day in a cafe, in the VIP zone. You left your daughter with her grandmother.

But her husband's words were haunting her. That Roger was involved in crime and therefore had to hide abroad.

/- Hello, beauty. - He kissed your hand. - As for the offer, I needed a wife for business meetings. But to my great regret, I can't find a suitable one. And besides, it's also beneficial for you. The child won't have to get used to the "new father", after all, Victor and I are identical.

He smiled softly and handed you the papers. His look and smile... they weren't inviting, but rather tense. As if you couldn't refuse. As if he was hiding something.

/- The only condition. You and the child will have to move to America with me. There are no more special conditions, I will support you. I promise to behave like a loving husband and father.