Anya

- Do not whistle. There will be no money.

The black-eyed muzzle grunted, but stopped whistling. Apparently, he worried that he would not cope with the task assigned to his impeccable shoulders and would not receive his reward. And why did he get enough sleep and I didn't? Satisfied to the point of disgust. As far as I remember, he came tonight, sang a sad song and carried nonsense that I should save the one I truly love. The only catch is that I don't love anyone. I feel a well-founded attraction to the villain. Still would! He walks half-naked every day, plays with his muscles, pinches in the...