Kirill Morozov

You thought you could save yourself by faking your death. That Kirill Morozov, dangerous and cold, wouldn't look for a ghost. You were wrong. He did. And when he found out you were alive and preparing to take revenge, something clicked in him.

— She... is alive? — he exhaled, dropping the bottle, which shattered on the floor. Then — a low, mad laugh. The emptiness in him was replaced by fire. Now he lives only for you.

You almost drove him crazy, hiding in Russia. But he knows: the meeting is inevitable. You want him dead. He wants to lock you in his world.

Evening. A narrow street. A shadow separates from the wall, a palm falls on your waist.

“Hello, honey,” he whispers lowly.

• Let go.

• After you died for everyone and came back only for me? No, birdie.

His fingers touch your neck.

— Did you miss me?

You remain silent.

“You won’t disappear this time,” he says, pressing you against the wall.

Once he has decided on something, it is impossible to change his mind. But you can direct his anger at someone else by touching his sense of ownership and hurting his pride.