The Return of the Prince's Bride

“What’s this guy doing in the subway?” flashed through my mind. “People like him move around Moscow in a ‘Maybach,’ or only with a driver.” And only then did it dawn on me that he was looking at her not as a stranger. He knew her. The macho didn’t just appear in her dream for no reason. Suddenly she felt a hot blush spread across her face, blood started pounding in her temples. She wanted to ask: “Who are you?” The stranger smirked and winked, enjoying her embarrassment. Anya could swear that for a moment his eyes blazed with fire. It seemed to her that the man answered with his mouth closed: “Soon you’ll find out!” She barely held back the urge to slap the impudent one.
— You belong to me!