A fortune teller once told Mila that she would meet a man who would make her forget how to breathe. But Mila was always a good girl: she dated the right guys and never asked unnecessary questions. Neither about where her father disappeared, nor about why he is so against her returning to her homeland. The rules stifle Mila, so she decides to do what she always wanted. Falling in love is not part of her plans. Especially a wealthy man with tattoos on his arms and secrets in his bottomless eyes. He's affectionate with her... at first. But very soon his caress turns into a rough grip, drowning out the screams. Revenge is a dish best served cold. Unfortunately, there is nothing colder than the Russian winter, and Mila soon realizes that the only way to escape is to melt the heart of her captor.