“I’ll get you anyway, Katerina Romanovna,” the thug smirked shamelessly. “Not even a week will pass—then you’ll be mine.”
— Boy, find yourself someone your age, — I growled through my teeth.
— I want you, — he whispered, and a hot palm slid onto my waist.
— I’m married, — I squeaked.
— But the position of a lover is still open? — the marginal man wouldn’t give up.
— You… you’re a brute! I don’t want to know you!
He introduced himself as Eduard. A thug—an annoyingly creative marginal, dressed in an original costume. An impossible insolent guy, a bold little boy. But each time we meet, he opens up from an unexpected side. And… is he not fooling me, pretending to be someone he isn’t?