On the street, a woman gave me a child and a suitcase full of money, and sixteen years later I learned that he was the heir of a billionaire.

“Take him, I beg you!” The woman practically shoved a worn leather suitcase in my hands and shoved the boy toward me.
I almost dropped the bag of food; I was carrying treats from the city to our neighbors in the village.

“What? What? I don’t know you…”
“His name is Misha. He’s three and a half.” The woman grabbed …