“Don’t get carried away, boy. Your job is just to play along with me,” she says, contemptuously pursing her inviting, chubby lips.
“We’re… different. Other planets, other universes, sea and air, ice and fire. I’ll marry a guy from my circle. And you… You’re just a tool to achieve the goal.”
Father will be furious when he learns that my boyfriend is broke.
— Don’t list it, Zlata. I get it, — I answer in a carefully calm tone, as if I don’t care.
— Then there’s nothing to fear.
— What? — she snorts.
— That you’ll fall in love with me.