Brother of the groom. Believe me again. Bezrukova E.

- Marat. - overcoming fear, dared to touch his face and run fingers along the bristles. I know he loves when I do this.

The man tensed his whole body. Goosebumps appeared on the neck. He grabbed my wrist and took my hand aside.

- Do not touch, - his voice sounded dull. His eyes were able to kill, crush and destroy. He just ate me with a look, but did not attempt to get closer. - I loved you so... I was ready to die for you. And you...

He shook his head reproachfully. I didn't let my hands go. Like the shore of a moment of this contact of his fingers with mine. Even such a rude contact.

- You misunderstood everything! I ask you, listen to me and believe me.

- Silent, ”he shook me gently, and I fell silent. “I don't need your excuses for the fool.” I myself saw everything. My lawyer will bring documents on a divorce for signing.