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Ee platʹi͡a - slishkom oblegai͡ushchie, ee kabluki - slishkom vysokie. Ona smeetsi͡a chereschur gromko, est, pozabyv o prilichii͡akh, a ee i͡azychok takoĭ ostryĭ, chto ne vsi͡akiĭ risknet pereĭti eĭ dorogu. Malo kto znaet, chto za maskoĭ uverennoĭ v sebe zhenshchiny pri͡achetsi͡a ta, kto boitsi͡a kazhdogo shorokha. No na publike Dzhianna nikogda ne poteri͡aet lit͡sa…po kraĭneĭ mere, tak ona dumala, poka ne poi͡avilsi͡a on.Mnogie vidi͡at v nem obrazt͡sovogo pobornika nravstvennosti, agenta spet͡ssluzhb, stoi͡ashchego na zashchite zakona. V kriminalʹnom podpolʹe Nʹi͡u-Ĭorka, vprochem, ego znai͡ut kak moshennika i ubiĭt͡su s kharakterom kholodnee, chem serdt͡se v ego grudi. Kristian Allister vsegda sledoval zhiznennomu puti, kotoryĭ rasplaniroval dli͡a sebi͡a s i͡unykh let, provedennykh pod i͡arkimi lampami v promozgloĭ, syroĭ ti͡uremnoĭ kamere. Blagodari͡a sklonnosti k pori͡adku i fiksat͡sii na chisle tri emu eshche ni razu ne dovodilosʹ sbivatʹsi͡a s namechennogo kursa. No, vozmozhno, ne stoit bytʹ stolʹ uverennym v svoem budushchem.Odnoĭ zimneĭ nochʹi͡u ikh sudʹby perepletai͡utsi͡a. Ona nenavidit ego - ego kholodnye manery, ego zanoschivostʹ, ego slishkom vnimatelʹnyĭ vzgli͡ad. No s godami ikh igry vo vzaimnye oskorblenii͡a prevrashchai͡utsi͡a v privychku. V planakh Kristiana nikogda ne bylo Dzhianny. Ona - samo voploshchenie khaosa, sovsem ne v ego vkuse i zamuzhem, no nichego iz ėtogo ne meshaet emu kazhdyĭ raz provozhatʹ ee vzgli͡adom. I vse ėto vremi͡a ona ne znala, chto prinadlezhit emu: ona ego bezumie i ego vdokhnovenie. Ego samai͡a sumasshedshai͡a oderzhimostʹ.

Her dresses are too tight, her heels are too high. She laughs too loudly, eats, forgetting about decency, and her tongue is so sharp that not everyone will risk crossing her path. Few people know that behind the mask of a confident woman hides someone who is afraid of every rustle. But Gianna would never lose face in public... at least, that's what she thought until he showed up.Many see him as an exemplary champion of morality, an agent of the special services, standing up for the protection of the law. In the criminal underground of New York, however, he is known as a fraudster and a murderer with a character colder than the heart in his chest. Christian Allister has always followed the path of life that he planned for himself from a young age, spent under bright lights in a dank, damp prison cell. Thanks to his penchant for order and fixation on the number three, he has never strayed from his intended course. But perhaps you shouldn't be so confident about your future.One winter night their destinies are intertwined. She hates him—his cold manner, his arrogance, his too attentive gaze. But over the years, their games of mutual insults turn into a habit. Christian never had Gianna in his plans. She is the very embodiment of chaos, not at all to his taste and married, but none of this prevents him from following her with his eyes every time. And all this time she didn't know that she belonged to him: she is his madness and his inspiration. His craziest obsession.