Nervous cells with a margin. Book 1. R.

We had a contract! I voluntarily lie down on the altar, and you... what does it mean "did not fulfill my part"?! I lay down! And that this infection of the Lord did not pierce me with a dagger - not my problems! Okay, I’ll go to pester him, maybe he will “sacrifice”... The altar is no longer required, right? Of course, I will try to run away, but something really looks at me unkindly, hisses something slurred, and his eyes at the poor twitching... I just started! By the way, he is nothing like that, especially without this terrible hoodie... Hmm... not married, say?