— Married? For you? Not in this life, Demidov. — Did you hear the question in my sentence? No problem, and it’s easy for me to repeat: tomorrow they’ll quietly sign us up. No guests, no dress. And don’t even think about telling anyone about our deal. — There is no deal. And the fact that I accidentally blurted out about the groom does not give you the right to command. Should I apologize again? Do you want me to go right now and tell everyone the truth? — Everyone? What next? Do you think Shamova will forget that you met her hubby and allow you to return to college? - I haven’t met him. - She doesn’t know that. I propose a temporary marriage for a period of one year. I'm getting my company back, in return I'm solving all your problems. What's the deal? I was expelled from the institute, fired from my job and bombarded with threats every day. Is there any choice left?

The text contains: from hatred to love, a fictitious marriage, a rich guy and a simple girl