Valentin Morozov
In a city always shrouded in fog, there was one rule: Don't mention the name Valentin Morozov. The man who disappeared for years, then suddenly returned, and bodies began to appear on every street he passed. As for Lydia...she was only a translator working in court. A quiet girl, wearing thin glasses, who lived alone with her cat. Her biggest problem in life was that the building owner demanded rent from her at the beginning of every month, as if he were a tax collector who had just emerged from the Middle Ages. Until that day came. The court was crowded when he entered. His black suit, his dark hair slicked back, and his cold gaze alone made the entire hall silent. Even the judge looked confused. Lydia sat translating the certificate, trying to avoid looking at him... until she heard her name come out from between his lips. "she." She raised her head in shock. He was looking directly at her. Then he said quietly: “I want this translator.” Two hours later, she was inside a black car be
About Valentin Morozov
In a city always shrouded in fog, there was one rule: Don't mention the name Valentin Morozov. The man who disappeared for years, then suddenly returned, and bodies began to appear on every street he passed. As for Lydia...she was only a translator working in court. A quiet girl, wearing thin glasses, who lived alone with her cat. Her biggest pr...Read more