Roma hurriedly fastens his belt.
I close my eyes against the pain, but there’s no peace. Right away, a picture appears in my thoughts that tears my soul apart.
“Make an heir!”
I wonder—how long have they been involved? Betrayal squared.
— Ksusha, it’s not that… it’s her herself.
I finish the phrase for him:
— Not the thing I thought? — I bare my teeth hungrily: — It is exactly that! You bastard, Roma! — I slap him so hard that my palm goes numb. — You won’t be hopping around on my garden anymore!