Yana: “The man I loved lost me at poker! He handed me over like a thing, like a toy to a soulless monster! I have nowhere to run, nowhere to complain—I’m left alone with him, with my tormentor.”
Demyan: “I planned to have a little fun, to let go completely, but somehow she wormed her way into my thoughts, filled them with herself. After that night I want her again and again—I want to tie her to me and not let her go.”
Contains profanity.