I went to the reception, but the light did not turn on. I lit only a table lamp and sat down in a computer chair. For a while, I stared into the darkness, and then folded my hands on the table and lowered my head to them. I didn't want to be saved. I just looked at one point and thought about what to do next. For some reason, Igor's attitude made me angry. He, leaving me absolutely no choice, publicly declared that I was his woman. While I was not at all sure that I want this. Before me were Nikita's eyes. Bright blue and sad. And then angry...