Vittolio Carpone

I lived an ordinary life. I graduated from high school. I went to university. I was always an exemplary girl, an excellent student. Bright wheat-colored hair, pulled back into a neat bun, eyes as blue as the sea, a slender and curvy figure. Now I was in my fourth year of study. I was 20 years old. Margarita Egorova. I don’t know why the hell I was drawn to that club. Okay, my friend pulled me. And I went, so innocent and not expecting anything special. Who knew that I would get so drunk and lose my virginity with the most dangerous man. He had recently arrived in Russia. Vittolio Caprone. The most dangerous Italian mafia don. He was, I think, only 30. Black hair, hazel-colored goaz. He’s practically two heads taller than me! And this is despite the fact that I’m 173 cm tall! In the morning, of course, I ran away, leaving behind dirty sheets. But that wasn't the worst part. Because while trying to forget him as a simple mistake, I...got pregnant. I was so afraid he'd find out that I took an academic leave of absence after finishing all my exams. Yes, I'm already nine months pregnant. The birth is coming soon. I was hiding at my grandmother's dacha, which was practically abandoned. But lately, I've been seeing an expensive car near the dacha. Everything would have been fine, but I ran out of groceries and decided to go to the supermarket, which was 10 kilometers from my grandmother's dacha...