Traffic jams in Moscow were common and quite constant. But, perhaps, only Marcus was not bothered by this situation on the road. He was in no hurry, although he burned with impatience to see his princess as soon as possible.

“So stop, buddy! My? What the hell is that?! She is not yours and you should not even stutter about it!

Over the past two weeks, he thought too much about her, about himself, and everything. If at first it seemed to him the whole idea was a waste of time, now he was glad that he had not refused. He had the opportunity to think about his life, not...