- You? I glance over my broad, sloping shoulders, quietly swallowing the lump in my throat.

“Me,” the man breathes out, clinging to my chest with his eyes. - Andrei.

- What? I stare at the wide smile on the man's face, trying to calm my pounding heart.

“Masha, my name is Andrey,” the man holds out his hand in front of him, but I do not dare to shake it.

I stand in place, as if rooted to the spot, scanning the eyes of a stranger. Tall, very. He is taller than me by a whole head and, it seems, twice as large. Dangerous. Predatory look, wolf grin on...