I thought I was loved and wanted. I looked at Mark Vishnevsky with crazy eyes, melted with delight, and then accidentally found out what was recorded in his smartphone under the nickname "Doll No. 10. Redhead." But it was too late. He took advantage of me and abandoned me in the most cruel way. I understood: I will calm down only when I mix this bastard with dust under my feet! For five years she sharpened her "fangs" and made plans, and now the day of retribution has come. But... all plans flew somersault...