My mother the other day jumped out marry and left in a honeymoon, and punished me to settle down on work to my now stepbrother. His name Lechery Вознесенский. Type, to make friends. Type, to put right a contact. But, who knew that this coached beast not nearly that, for whom gives out itself! He hates women with a red hair colour, he is rough, unprincipled and he inverted all my life. In the first second of our acquaintance, he suggested to buy me. He was stopped 18 my neither, nor my innocence nor his fiancee, nor even my red hair nor that. by whom actually we are each other! Even is afraid of an own foster-father him, that already to talk about me? This dark passion ate up me with a head and I hardly not perished from the hands of own mother holding the cold muzzle of pistol at my temple.There is an unprintable bad language in a book.