Ksenia Strilets

- Nice lipstick, - he says, his gaze lingering on my lips. - What color is it? Ripe cherry? Burgundy wine? - he guesses, touching my lower lip. - It's the color of ‘Get your claws off me,’ - I remark sharply, pushing his hand away. - I always use it when there's a hint of a meeting with people like you. - People like me? What do you mean? - Even if you were the only man on the planet, I'd rather die than let you touch me with even your little finger. Facing the owner of a local nightclub on one of the worst days of my life, I didn't mince words - I wanted to say everything I thought about him, hoping it would be our first and last encounter. But fate had other plans, bringing us together again and again. Although, to be honest, I'm starting to suspect that fate has nothing to do with it.

After her beloved betrays her on the eve of their wedding, Alina accepts her friend's offer and goes on a trip to escape her former fiancé. Fresh air, fun entertainment, and new acquaintances are just what she needs to get her thoughts in order. Even a brief resort romance with a local taxi driver seems like a nice idea to her. But will the romance really be so brief, and who is Slava really?