My name is Tamara. I'm an escort girl. I travel to Russia because I want more than the usual assignments. My boss sends me to Lev. A man who doesn't book me, but trains me. When he's done with me, my clients will lick their fingers at me. Lev is not a Dom. He doesn't make any rules. He decides. And controlled. He calls me July. Like the month in which he owns me. I wanted to learn how to submit without losing myself. What I find is control without a way back. This is not a love story. Or is it?