Dasha looked at me, and it seems that only now she saw my wounds.

Vitaly Andreevich took off his gloves and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. And I turned away, but with my whole body I felt that Dasha got up and was walking in my direction. In the mirror, I saw confirmation of my feelings. She came over and carefully examined my wounds on my back. Her hand went up. She wanted to touch me, but she froze millimeters from my skin. I tensed up too.

- Just touch me at least with your finger, - I returned her words.

- Will you kill? she asked...