I cant…

- I understand, - Sergey was not offended and, it seems, even smiled. “You were always so pure, shy, quiet. Is it possible, and you remained the same? Didn't you have anyone?

Olya wanted to object and explain herself, but Mezentsev stroked her hair.

"If that's the case, then I won't let anyone hurt you!" There was tenderness in his voice. “I just realized how much I missed you. I didn't see you then what I see now. Or maybe he didn't want to see it. Now everything is different.

Olya buried herself in his shoulder and listened, secretly hoping that Mezentsev would not resume his attempts to...