Dmitri looked deeply at Natasha, scanned his wife's beautiful face, he exhaled several times. Should he ask directly about his wife's identity, his paid informant is useless. They didn't know that Natasha was proficient in an ethnic language, adept at fist fights, and how did his wife get into the train carriage so quickly?
Could she be an undercover mafia who wants to frame him? He had been in the gun trading business. He was afraid Natasha was one of the undercover errands to destroy him. But he was a little doubtful if disguised, why must it be so total, to give up her virginity for him.
Dmitri prayed that all his assumptions would be wrong because he was already in love with his little wife.
Natasha's scream snapped Dmitri out of his thoughts.
"Does it still hurt?" Dmitri asked.
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