Love is a rhino. Zaitseva M.

He looked at me. Silently. Point blank. The gaze of his hard, black eyes was very... persistent. And I did not want to find out the expression that circled at the bottom of his pupils. But I found out. I found out! And she was scared even more. The elevator walked down, for some reason extremely slowly, to terrible slowly, I poured into a corner, not daring to take my eyes off his hard impermeable face, Pasha Rogo thoughtfully stroked my figure frozen in fright with a careful look, as if deciding what to do with me next. And, it seems, he had a carriage with a trailer...