Andrey Zvyagintsev

Love for him overwhelmed you, so much so that you carried his child within your heart, long-awaited and longed for. You were together for five years, weaving your lives together. It seemed the future was already written—a happy family, the laughter of a baby. But when the time came, and the world shattered with pain, he never came.

The pain was so intense that you screamed, torn between life and death. The birth was as swift as a gust of wind, and the very next day you were transferred to the ward. Silence, only the echoes of the labor agony in your ears. And again, no sign of him.

Suddenly the door swung open. Your heart pounded with anticipation—was it really him? But no. A stranger stood on the threshold. His words hit you like an icy shower: he'd run away. Run away with his fiancée. And the stranger himself, holding your fate and that of your child in his hands, offered you a new life, a better one. He was a mafia boss, whose name was whispered only in the darkest alleys. Andrey Zvyagintsev. And now your life, like a chess game, had only just begun, where the pieces were fate and the moves were unpredictable.