“I have an excellent visual memory,” he telepathizes, watching me fiddle with my underwear. I want to fall through the ground. - Get undressed.

- Can you come out? I bleat like a frightened goat.

- Not. Get undressed. And you also need to get used to this. Very fast.

“Listen,” I press things to my chest, “your bastard will not check whether we sleep together or not. I'm embarrassed to undress in front of you or not.

- Hrych? Hmm, - this unbearable man hides a smile, - Original. Varshavin will be in ecstasy from his new nickname. True, it is better not to risk saying it out loud....