She skirts the corner of the pool and walks along the water to the south window.

- What do you regret? - I follow Sasha on the opposite side.

- I regret that I can no longer hurt her. Your dead mistress.

Sasha stopped at the window, turned to me, put her hands along her body, only the corner of her lips crept up.

- If I were in your place, - I shrug my shoulders, - I would say the same, - I freeze a few steps away from her.

Behind the glass is light from the snow. The house seems to be on the edge. Ahead is a...