Darkhan. Pick up your own. Molly A.

-Why did you arrange all this? - I quietly ask that my mother does not hear.

Darkhan grins.

“A naive provincial,” he says and takes me by his chin.

I desperately restrain me fear. Darkhan leaves no chance to hide from his piercing gaze.

- Please get out. Leave me alone. Mom can’t be nervous, and if she finds out what kind of scoundrel you are...

I remove his hand from my face.

-TSh, then we will not disturb her. By the way, she was delighted to learn that now I live in the neighborhood.

- What?! - I say in horror. - So this is true?! You cannot...

Darkhan nods, smiling.

- Yes, a bird. Now you don't hide from me.