Betrayal. She Is Not Me

Vlas, help me, — Milan whispers through tears. — Do you want me to betray my brother? — I ask grimly. — No. What are you! — she looks at me, horrified, with amber eyes full of tears. Vlas. If a woman prays for help, you can’t refuse. It doesn’t matter whether behind the guise of a fragile, gentle stranger there’s a tangled liar—the wife of my brother.