Finally waking up after an aggressive onslaught from Bagdasarov and his hand closed on the back of my head, I say in an unsteady voice:

“Where you can’t take by force, you are ready to prevail with stubborn perseverance, right? It didn't end well last time, Janis. Maybe it's time to change tactics? Better yet, leave me alone.

I don't know what makes Bagdasarov let me go. Perhaps my frightened look or words, after which the expression on his face becomes stone.

I can't afford to get close to this man again. It won't be right. And as a result, it will turn out to be even more painful than...