Any more or less romantic fairy tale ends with a magnificent wedding of the heroes and the authors’ favorite phrase “and they lived happily ever after.” My situation is completely opposite! I enjoyed all the delights of being a bachelor and didn’t give a damn until the priest made a pathetic speech, tying my wrist to the hand of a complete stranger! She glanced sideways at the one who wanted to shoulder the heavy burden of his witch wife. Mighty, as they said about him in the city, the man towered over me like a giant. Short crew-cut hair, dark stubble. Intricate designs peek out from under the sleeves of a white shirt. Marks of his clan. And what should I do now with such goodness?! But I’m not me if I don’t get out of trouble and take life into my own hands! Let's see who did worse to whom!