Eastern fairy tale. Volkova Victoria

- Get it to me! - Airat screams, breaking through the barriers of the guard. - Amina belongs to me! She is mine! - Do you know him? - the husband turns to me in a folkborn. “No,” I shake my head. And then I suffocate, meeting with the fierce gaze of Ayrat. - Gadin! - he growls, he growls. - I found you! Now you will not turn away! “Close your mouth,” the husband does not withstand and, jumping off the platform, rushes to my offender. Dits a short blow to the jaw. Hook would dump any other such a Hook, but Ayrat manages to resist his feet. - Give me Amin! - growls, not hiding the bestial entity. - My wife is the name of Alina, moron. You missed!