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That Viktor.

Well, fuck.

I know that name.

He’s Bratva.

Absolutely psychotic.

“He was kidnapping you.”

“Romantically!”

“There is no romantic kidnapping!”

She gasps.

“There absolutely is!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“That's insane!”

“That's culture!”

I stare.

She stares.

Then she actually stamps her foot.

“This would have been perfect!”

“What would’ve been perfect?”

“His proposal!”

I blink.

“What?”

“THIS!”

She waves around the luxurious speedboat.

“The dramatic kidnapping! A glorious sunrise! A ring!”

I stare harder.

“Ring?”

She points toward the dashboard.

Sure enough, sitting beside the navigation equipment is a giant diamond ring box.

I open it.