“Oh God, how beautiful he is—and how cold he is right now. Nothing in common with the man who loved me yesterday. Yesterday he was different. Even his eyes. Yesterday I was bathing in them; today they pierce through with ice.
— Can we… talk?
— I thought I told you not to call me.
— But I didn’t— I mean, I didn’t call,” I try to smile, but he doesn’t even move.
— I came.
— And?
— Nick,” I step closer, boldly touching his hand. “Let’s talk. I’ll explain everything, and I… I want to stay with you alone.
— I’m late for a flight, Nastya.
— Not yet. There’s still time. Please, Nick. I’m ready for anything…"