Beside herself with fear, Eve obediently entrusted her foot to his critical gaze. Clamping the body of the lantern between his teeth, he, with the air of a true Aesculapius, began to inspect the wound. He stroked the foot with the pads of his fingers, lightly touched the heel.

In those moments, frightened and vulnerable, wrapped in his shirt four sizes too big, Eva seemed to look at him with completely different eyes. Fear, anger, irritation - all this, as if by magic, faded into the background: there was only him, his strong tanned hands, concentrated face ... He looked like a wild Mowgli, and the white teeth squeezing the...