- They love you, don't they? The young man rattled the keys in the lock.

“I’m just always polite and sociable with everyone,” Il muttered.

Richard chuckled and carried her into the apartment. He sat the girl on the bed and returned for the packages, which he hastily dragged into the hallway. In a second, he was already standing over Il with a first-aid kit, examining the abrasions on his face.

“So,” he carefully felt the girl’s hands, and when she grimaced, he resolutely unbuttoned her sweatshirt. - Take it off.

Eli obeyed. The shoulders were covered with dark bruises. Richard shook his head and squatted down, touching his bruised...