Vasilisa for the Highlander
4 hrs. 11 min.
Description
“Remember, my sugar,” a huge paw wrapped around my neck. “I don’t like it when I’m contradicted. I already told you—are you mine? I said it, right?”
“—You said it,” I froze like a mouse in his huge hands.
“Just—there,” he lightly rubbed the skin on my neck with his thumb. “From today on you’ll be a obedient little and sweet girl. Or I’ll make you.”
He appeared out of nowhere. One day he just burst into our life—with my son.
His laws irritate me. I can’t get used to obeying them. But I have to, because I’m his woman.
That’s what he said.
And I say: ну-ну, bearded, we’ll see!
“—You said it,” I froze like a mouse in his huge hands.
“Just—there,” he lightly rubbed the skin on my neck with his thumb. “From today on you’ll be a obedient little and sweet girl. Or I’ll make you.”
He appeared out of nowhere. One day he just burst into our life—with my son.
His laws irritate me. I can’t get used to obeying them. But I have to, because I’m his woman.
That’s what he said.
And I say: ну-ну, bearded, we’ll see!
