“We will correct this trouble,” he began to take off his short coat. - Here, hold it. I'll turn on the stove now.

Kira wrapped herself in heated clothes and once again wiped tears from her cheeks.

- Well, you little one, calm down! I know it's disgusting, - with these words, Cyril hugged her by the shoulders.

"It's just that he's never hit me before!" Kira admitted with a sob.

“Did he hit you anyway?” Where?

“I didn’t have time,” Kira sniffed and noticed through the window how her stepfather jumped out of the entrance and started to stop. “Oh, where is he?”

- What's the difference to you?...