Seven years ago, Artem Gorin and I were preparing a large-scale project with the Chinese delegation. Enormous responsibility. A lot of money. And my first experience as a translator. We overcame difficulties, and in moments of respite we drowned in passion for each other. Crazy. Burning to the ground. But before concluding the deal, I betrayed Artem and ran away. I knew that this was impossible, but how could I have done it differently? It took me seven years to get myself back to normal. I believed that we would never meet again. Of course he showed up. Even more confident in himself, he extended the icy hand of an offer to participate in a new project. I won’t be able to see him every day, talk to him. This is madness. But Artem is unshakable: I have to work with him. It’s hardly possible to refuse, because he’s dating my friend. Now it is a condition of our agreement.