“Okay…” Darina exhaled. “All right,” Muradov agreed. “But your last words are unnecessary. Don’t overplay it—I’m not waiting for them.”
“— And what if I’m not playing?”
“Come on…”
“I’m serious!”
Darina sat on the bed, holding the blanket. “And what if this is love?”
“Love can’t be bought for money. And I bought you, Dasha.”