I wanted to scream, but found that a huge paw was squeezing my throat. An interesting dilemma burst into my head: do I really want the creature to let me go? After all, if this happens, fall high, the fourth floor!

- He is a bush-det dovo-deer. Expensive. Slush-dko.

And the ass will not stick together from such sweetness ?!

With a wave of my left hand, I punched the freak right in the bulging eye. She felt him flinch as the silver ring touched his skin. The werewolf grimaced like an offended child, creaked and dropped me from his grip.

I banged my stomach against the bars. I won’t...