I woke up in the same bed as a young professor from my institute—the bastard who ruined me in the last session!
How I hate him, that damn ice-cold sadist, who played innocent—like some pure man in the whole world!
— And what are you staring at now, Tsvetkova? Go make me coffee, since we’re here.
— I’ll take a photo for memory. — I pull out my phone, aiming it at his bare body. — Try only to ever complain about me on my exam again.
After that, I head for the door, but suddenly heat burns my back—the belt from a hotel robe is around my neck, and my skin is covered in goosebumps from a quiet whisper in my ear:
— Tsvetkova, we haven’t finished talking yet.”