I take the first shirt off the hanger. Yana stands in the doorway. Standing and looking.

I pass by, barely touching her with my shoulder, and into the bedroom. She follows me like an assigned guard. I turn to face her, and without taking my eyes off her, I calmly unzip the zipper. Yana with a deadpan look continues to drill me with her eyes. He doesn't even blink once while I'm changing.

- What do you like to look at me?

- I only look at your face, - he snarls through his teeth. And I'm waiting for an explanation. You must realize that you did a very bad...