Pain. The guards overtake me, twist my hands behind my back, forcibly put me on my knees on the soft pile of the carpet. Astonishment thickens in the air. Four pairs of eyes look at me in bewilderment - a barefoot brunette in an expensive dress, with styling, with tearful, crazy eyes ... and barefoot.

- Leave! Lucas's indignant voice cracks. “Victoria, have you... have you lost your mind?”

In his voice there is a warning and a promise of seven Egyptian punishments - I can't see well through a veil of tears, I feel it with my skin. There are many reasons. She broke the negotiations, broke in without...