I jump up to the girl and grab her by the chin, squeezing her cheeks with my fingers and, thereby, forcing her to shut up.

“I warned you, Korsakova,” I hiss in her face. - Shut your fucking mouth. You don't need to take me out.

Cristina stares at me with maddened eyes. After making sure that the meaning of my words finally reached her, I let go of her face and turn towards the hallway to take off my shoes, which I did not take off in a hurry, flying home with all my might to the squeals that, as it turned out, this foolish one was making.

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