Vlad returned from the shower, climbed under the covers and lay on his side, resting his head in his hand. He looked closely at the girl. Lera was sleeping peacefully on her stomach, hugging the pillow. Slightly parted lips, even breathing, slightly spread makeup. A ragged, long reddish scar could be seen along the left shoulder blade.

I was not a curious person, but I wanted to hear this story. The man carefully pushed back the edge of the blanket and looked at the fragile back. Roughly ran his hand over the mark. The girl groaned in displeasure and slowly opened her eyes. She looked at him tiredly, lifting her...