With my mind I understand that I need to stop and push Janis away, but in fact I can’t: I get drunk from his smell and hands on my body. Reason finally leaves me, because what is happening is like a beautiful sensual dream. From the emotions that burned the insides to ashes all these years, now it is both good and painful.

Why is Bagdasarov so stubborn? Even more than me.

“Alena,” Jan whispers into my lips and bites the lower one, pulls it away, causing a swarm of goosebumps on my skin. He strokes his thighs with his hands and, realizing that I have no underwear, looks in...