“Don’t sneak up.” I catch her hand and put it back. To where she was a few seconds ago. - I could hit. Unconsciously. On instinct.

Taya brushes her cheek against my jacket.

I have prepared towels for you. Unfortunately, there are no men's things in the house.

I turn sharply. I look into her eyes. I growled at her. Rude. And she offers me towels. Is this an attempt to smooth the corners? Or play with the family.

- Fortunately. Fortunately, Taya, there are no men's things in the house. Otherwise I wouldn't really understand it. But tomorrow they will appear. My. And you have to get used to...