— Tikhon Ignatievich! I thought you were retired, and here you are frying cutlets!
— I’m making solyanka, Stasik. Cutlets are on Tuesdays.
The contract was signed that same evening. Matvey looked at his father no longer with suspicion, but with reverence.
But the triumph was short-lived. Roksana Rudolfovna Mironenko, Matvey’s fiancée, appeared.
— 30 million, — she threw a check on Nelli’s desk. — Get a divorce and disappear.
— Is that not enough for you? — Nelli smirked. — What’s insulting is that you thought I married him for money.
Roksana tore up the check and threatened revenge. At a charity event, she publicly introduced Nelli as a “village Cinderella.”
— I am indeed from a village and I achieved everything myself, — Nelli calmly retorted. — Modern women should be discussing business, not bedrooms.
At that moment, Tikhon appeared in an elegant suit:
— Roksana Rudolfovna! Insulting my wife is insulting me personally.
The trip to Nelli’s home village was surprisingly warm. Tikhon charmed his mother-in-law with his cooking, and when he showed the documents for an account in Nelli’s name, Natalya Ivanovna burst into tears: “Take care of him, sweetie!”.
The climax came at the anniversary of Tikhon’s wife’s death. Roksana’s parents demanded that Nelli sign a strict prenuptial agreement.
— Either she signs, or we pull our investments! — Roksana’s father shouted.
Tikhon stood up…
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