If you get married, then only for love! That’s what I thought at my young age of twenty-three, and at twenty-seven I had an unsuccessful marriage behind me and my three-year-old daughter was fussing in my arms. And now I don’t want to get married so much, and the number of people wanting to get married has sharply decreased. Who needs a girl complete with a child? But life is not a predictable thing, and love even more so. One problem, who, where and how did I manage to anger in order to get an unrequitedly in love biker on my head? And okay, if he fell in love with me, then no! Or still... Yes?