I forbid you. Piratova Lana

- Phone! - Well, I do not! - I am indignant. - I will not give you the phone! You have no right. He does not argue. It just comes up to me silently, wringes his hand, and the phone falls to the floor. - I hate it! - I scream and try to free myself. - I'll tell you all Arthur! I will marry him! You hear! I will go out! “No,” he says calmly, looking into my eyes. - You will not go out. Neither for Arthur, nor from this house. - Why? “I want to cry, but I will not bring him such a pleasure.” - Because I forbid you. He vowed to my father that he would not touch me, but became my first man. He says that he does not care about me, but his gaze every time convinces me of the opposite.