A Glamorous Thorn for the Boa Constrictor

— Oh my gods! I’m stuck! Hey, help! — I raise my voice, adding panic to it and almost tears.

I’m supposed to get a medal for this! Have you ever tried to look impressively and sensually stuck inside the trunk of a tree that was split by lightning?

Well, I managed it— and oh, how I managed it!

— Yura, where are you?! — I’m already properly losing my mind: the guy still hasn’t rushed to pull me out of this nightmare.
What is he even doing there?!

Unable to stand the unknown any longer, I wriggle with my whole body and try to look back. The view opens from bottom to top.

Next to me are Yurka’s sneakers, which means this bastard didn’t run off and at least didn’t leave me alone in the forest.

I lift my gaze higher.
And this guy is just standing there, intently texting someone— judging by how quickly he taps the screen and how arrogantly he smirks with the corner of his mouth.

Well, and the Boa Constrictor! All my role as the unfortunate princess who’s gotten into trouble disappears in the very same second.

— Burov, did you lose your mind there?! Aren’t you going to pull me out? — I growl at the idiot and jerk my butt in the air.