— So what did you forget here, beautiful? — “This is my dacha,” Sonya rustled, stammering, not recognizing her own voice. — “I bought it a week ago.” — “I see. Then sorry about the window. I’ll stay here for a few days—are you okay with that?” — “Can I object?” — “I’m afraid you can’t.” — “Why did you tie me up?” — “I feel awful. I can turn off at any moment or fall asleep,” the brute answered, slowly changing the position of his body and wincing from the pain. — “And you can run away and call the cops.” — “And if I promise I won’t call anyone, will you let me go?” — “No, sweetheart. You’ll have to stay here with me for a little while.”