I wake up under the weight of a male body. I open my eyes, but the dusk of the night does not allow me to see anything at all. I lean back on the pillow, but after a couple of seconds I am pierced by a painful impulse in the very heart. I'm not at home, but nearby - not Oleg . I find the courage to push a powerful shoulder. The man mumbles something through his sleep, and then throws his paw around my waist and crushes it under him. Breath. Heavy, different. It shakes my hair and burns with real poison. I recognize his scent. The smell of...