I will always remember the change in his eyes. Kostya does not know how to pretend to be evil. He really is. Everything else is masks. And his despair with a bit of sympathy sweeps away like a wave.

He rises sharply. He rises above me in all his huge growth. I'm getting uncomfortable. A few minutes ago, I was safe. Houses. With Dad. And now Kostya has at least an hour before my parents return.

I'm afraid not of his will. Although I'm lying in front of him half-naked. And there is no doubt that with one hand he can twist and position me as he pleases. I'm afraid...